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

Chapter 6
Song Boyu didn't know that someone wanted to worship him as a teacher. He was hungry right now, and he just wanted to eat a big meal. It would be best if he could nibble on a roast leg of lamb and sprinkle some cumin powder on it.

However, the reality is cruel. The food reserves at home have been exhausted, and there are only a few dozen copper coins left. Life is still difficult.

After a polite exchange with everyone, he finally kept beating a drum in his belly, and Du Xuexun smiled and said: "Today is quite festive, so I will let your master wife cook some dishes, and we, the master and disciples, will eat and talk."

Song Boyu knew that this was Du Xuexue's good intention, and in order not to take into account his self-esteem, he called a few more people.

At night, Zhou Xiuniang went to bed early, and Song Boyu lay on the floor without falling asleep.

Taking advantage of the silence of the night, he adjusted his posture and prepared to try the static posture technique.

When the boy's kung fu is accomplished and his state of hardness and softness is perfected, it is the best time to practice static pile kung fu.

The biggest difference between static pile work and dynamic pile work is static.

The so-called static means that there is no need for external actions, just sit cross-legged or lie sideways, adjust breathing, mobilize the internal fascia bones to perform micro-movements, refine the life essence stored in the meat shell, and guide the essence It flows into the lingering mass of essence and energy, and relies on the natural flow of the essence and energy to strengthen the internal organs.

A person with perfect strength and softness can refine the fascia of the whole body into a big bow. A person with a high level can pull the whole body with one bow, and the cicadas will sing before the autumn wind moves.

Practice to the depths, walk, sit or lie down, and you can maintain the meditation practice in any state.

Song Boyu maintained an ethereal state and adjusted the micro-movements of his muscles and fascia according to his own experience in Xu Hongyi's child skills.

If anyone observes, it will be found that there are flesh worms on his body, which are constantly squirming.

As the life essence gradually grew, Song Boyu, who was maintaining an ethereal state, felt as if he was enlightened, and instantly entered the state of spiritual vision, that is, inner vision.

Song Boyu still couldn't quite figure out why he could use spiritual vision that could only be used by Taoist monks, but this did not prevent him from using it.

Even if you can only look within yourself, spiritual vision can provide great assistance.

He once again "sees" the state of his body. What used to be vaguely grasped by experience can now be directly observed.

Moreover, as the traces of life essence were refined from the flesh shell and confronted with the Yin spirit energy dispersed in the body, his inner vision became clearer.

"Spiritual vision? Spiritual energy? Could it be that when the life essence and the poisonous Yin spiritual energy in my body were fighting, some kind of characteristics were produced that gave me the ability to have spiritual vision?"

The more Song Boyu thought about it, the more he felt that it was probably like this. This spiritual energy was a life-threatening talisman, a highly harmful poison, but it was indeed a kind of extraordinary energy. It was unexpected and reasonable to bring extraordinary changes. .

With inner vision, Song Boyu's static pile skills are like trains replacing carriages, guns replacing swords, a qualitative change has occurred, and it has terrifying potential.

He already had the experience of Xu Hongyi, the creator of Tongzi Kung Fu, but now his spiritual vision directly confirmed it. Not only did it become smoother and more comfortable, he also discovered many details and detours that he had not paid attention to.

From this moment, Song Boyu began to adjust his static posture practice and tried to change it, but it didn't go well. The human body has many mysteries, and one movement changes the overall situation.

Some of his adjustments were very smooth and gained a lot, while others caused pain elsewhere in his body. Song Boyu thought about it and decided to make only minor modifications first without making major changes.

The peristalsis of the muscles and fascia all over the body became extremely regular, and the strips of "meatworms" under the skin were like wheat fields swaying in the wind, and made a sound like fried beans.

Zhou Xiuniang woke up in a daze and saw the abnormality of Song Boyu's body. She wanted to touch it but stopped suddenly.

"My brother is probably practicing? It's not appropriate to disturb him. I'll wait and wait for him to wake up and ask."

Song Boyu didn't notice Xiu Niang's condition. He focused all his attention on his body and knew nothing about the outside world.

A stream of hot water gushes out, which is the life essence contained in the flesh shell. Under the movement of muscle fascia and the stimulation and confrontation of spiritual energy, it is rapidly generated and flows to the internal organs.

Slowly, Song Boyu discovered that much of the life essence that flowed into the organs was wasted and was not absorbed by the group of life essence that roamed freely and never dispersed.

Of course, this is not a complete waste. A lot of it is fed back into the body. But this time, there is naturally a lot of loss.

After completing a round of the Quiet Standing Kung Fu, Song Boyu exhaled like a sword, and his stomach rumbled again. He couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder people say that the poor are poor in culture and rich in martial arts. It is too difficult for poor people to practice martial arts. Who can bear such a huge consumption! "

"Brother, I'm embarrassing you."

In the darkness, the gentle voice startled Song Boyu, and then he realized that Zhou Xiuniang was looking at him distressedly with her big dark eyes.

"Xiu Niang, why aren't you sleeping? No, did I wake you up while practicing?"

Song Boyu asked in a low voice with some embarrassment.

Xiu Niang shook her head, got up from the bed, and opened the window.

The moonlight outside the window spilled into the room. With the moonlight, she found the last two big steamed buns and handed them to Song Boyu without hesitation: "Brother, eat them quickly."

At this time, there was another cooing sound, this time coming from Xiu Niang's belly.

Song Boyu smiled, took one, pushed the other to Xiu Niang, and said softly: "One for each of us, don't refuse. Tomorrow morning I will go to Yonghe Food Store to collect the monthly allowance. If you don't eat, the copper coins you received will be I won’t let you take care of it.”

Xiu Niang clutched the steamed bun, pursed her lips and said unhappily: "If you don't let me take care of it, who do you want to take care of it? Who can take care of the house like me?"

Song Boyu touched her little head and said with a smile: "Eat the steamed buns, and I'll take care of all the money for you!"

After some tossing, they both fell asleep.

Song Boyu's breath gradually became longer, and a ray of silver light came out from under the quilt and disappeared in a flash.

In the dream of the waning moon, Song Boyu looked up and looked at the silver mask fragments that had just turned into the waning moon and illuminated the dream. He felt that today's moonlight was very gentle, and he whispered to himself:

"It would be great if the state of psychic vision could be brought into the dreamland of history."

The crystal crane-shaped ancient characters condensed in the moonlight and appeared in front of him in an instant.

He instantly understood the meaning. As long as he wanted to, he could use his current physical state to enter the dream world, but he would need to spend some extra life energy to replicate his physical state.

Song Boyu has no objection to this. The benefits of consuming some life essence and using his own state to enter the historical dream are self-evident.

All dream deductions will be most suitable for you.

He said loudly in his dream: "Please reproduce my physical state."

The waning moon rippled with waves of light, seeming to agree.

In reality, a ray of silver light appeared in Song Boyu's heart, which directly grabbed the swimming mass of life essence and pulled it close to the heart.

Just like a straw inserted into a water balloon, the life essence that was reunited and not dispersed soon became smaller.

The silver light seemed to be full and dissipated. The life essence lost its restraint and quickly swam away.

In the dream, Song Boyu's whole body was shrouded in silver light. He tried to touch the boy's dream, and the scene changed instantly, like scenes from a movie flashing in front of him, and he chose the time to enter.

When Song Boyu chose Xu Hongyi, an old boy who had achieved little success, Xu Hongyi was retreating to practice in seclusion, not yet married, and single.

"It's really different. I used my own physical condition to get in here!"

In the historical dream scene, Song Boyu was delighted to find that he was no longer a boy with white hair and chicken skin, but a 12-year-old child.

During the past three days, he practiced Jingzhuang Kung Fu almost non-stop. With the help of spiritual vision, he looked inside himself and performed bold operations without fear of death. In the end, his seven orifices bled and he left the dreamland with a smile on his lips.

Opening your eyes, the sun shines through the window.

"It's late today! Go directly to Yonghe Food Store."

He got up, put on his clothes, said something to Xiuniang and left directly.

There is no food left at home, so I am waiting for him to get the monthly allowance and coarse grains to cook.

Along the way, although Song Boyu was hungry and felt his stomach burning, he was still in a good mood.

One is that his bold deduction of the dream has yielded a lot. Although he was seriously injured and dying in the dream, he is still in good condition in reality;

When he arrived at the grain store, Song Boyu greeted everyone familiarly, then consciously wiped the tables, swept the floor, made tea, and provided good service.

After one set is completed, we can start to work on the self-consciousness, and give monthly payments to everyone including the self-consciousness.

At this moment, Shopkeeper Tian walked up to him with a smile: "Boyu, you have been coming to our grain store for more than a month, are you still getting used to it?"

Song Boyu stood up quickly and replied: "It's been exactly one and a half months. The people in our grain store are all very good, and I'm very adaptable."

Shopkeeper Tian touched his beard and continued:
"That's good, that's good. Boss Wang told me a few days ago that you do a good job in accounting and practice hard in other things. I hope to give you the monthly salary of a senior apprentice directly. Are you willing?"

When Song Boyu heard this, he was naturally very happy. He didn't expect the cold-faced Boss Wang to be willing to speak kindly for him. He was about to agree immediately, but then he thought about it and said respectfully:
"It all depends on the shopkeeper. I am your soldier and I will naturally obey your orders."

Shopkeeper Tian laughed loudly, with a rosy face: "Little slickhead, no wonder Old Wang is willing to say good things to you. That's it, from now on you will get a monthly salary as a senior apprentice, five hundred coins a month and a bucket of fine grain. Do it well. Come on, when Boss Wang returns to his hometown to recuperate in a few years, he will have to find a sponsor and an assistant."

Song Boyu was also in a good mood, and he immediately bowed his head and thanked her.

Walking on Changning Street in the evening, five hundred copper coins strung in a bag swayed like a beautiful fairy music. Holding a bag of polished rice in his hand, he walked like a tiger and a tiger.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the wind coming from behind him, and the alarm sounded instantly. He twisted his body very dexterously, easily avoided it, and even pushed him, watching a little beggar about eight or nine years old fall to his feet. Towards the sky.

The little beggar fell directly to the ground and burst into tears. Song Boyu's ears were very sensitive and he heard the sound of sharp objects piercing the skin. Blood flowed out from the gap in the little beggar's thigh.

At this time, three young adults in their 30s and [-]s ran out of the alley, surrounded Song Boyu, and shouted sternly: "You pushed our sister down and injured her. Look at the blood, what should we do!"

　Thanks to book friends for the rewards other than masterpieces!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)