I add points to my martial arts in the real world

Chapter 6 Painful
Qian Dong first served the rice to Mr. Dong, then served the rice himself and sat down. He did not start after sitting down, but looked at Mr. Dong.

"Well, do you want a drink?"

Mr. Dong always looked at Qian Dong with a smile, and was very satisfied with his actions, so he asked softly.

"No, Grandpa Dong. I drove here. I won't be able to drive back after drinking."

Qian Dong shook his head and refused. He did not drive when drinking, and he did not drink when driving. This was something he kept in mind.

"Well, let's eat then."

After Mr. Dong finished speaking, he picked up his chopsticks and picked up a vegetable and put it into his bowl. Upon seeing this, Qian Dong picked up his bowl and chopsticks and started eating.

Qian Dong's eating movements were not rude, but his speed was not slow. Mr. Dong was very good at cooking and the food tasted delicious. After a while, Qian Dong had already eaten two bowls of rice and half of the food was eaten by him. Put down the speed of eating.

"You're not full yet. Go get more food. Eat the chicken and I'll just have a bowl of soup. I'm too old to eat this. Xiaodong, you have to remember that since ancient times it has been said that the poor in culture and the rich in military affairs will It makes sense.

The ancients would get up at three o'clock in the morning to practice martial arts after hearing the chicken dance. They would not go to bed until the moon was high at night. The practice lasted ten or twenty hours a day. This was very taxing on the body, so eating was just like ordinary people. Five or six times the amount, ordinary people simply cannot afford it.

So you need to eat more, don’t worry about gaining weight, just practice more. However, if you don’t supplement, it will easily lead to a physical deficit, and then the gain will outweigh the loss. "

Mr. Dong ate very little. After eating less than half a bowl of rice, he only ate vegetables. After drinking half a bowl of chicken soup, he stopped using chopsticks and watched Qian Dong eat and drink.

"Well, okay Grandpa Dong."

After hearing this, Qian Dong was no longer polite and continued to eat. He was indeed not full just now, but he did not continue eating and drinking out of etiquette. Now that Mr. Dong has said so, he is no longer polite.

The old man's attitude has always been very gentle. From the beginning of the practice, no matter how clumsy Qian Dong's performance was, he did not say any harsh words. He was mainly encouraging.

Qian Dong also remembered everything he said.

After finishing the meal, Qian Dong ate an astonishing amount today. He didn't know whether it was because of the improvement in his attributes or because he was too active in the morning, so he doubled his appetite.

After the meal, Qian Dong took the initiative to clear the table. Mr. Dong didn't organize himself and looked on with a smile.

"Xiaodong, I have the habit of taking a nap at noon, you can do whatever you want."

Mr. Dong said something to Qian Dong after Qian Dong cleared the dining table, and then asked Qian Dong to help him move a deck chair to the backyard. After saying something to Qian Dong, he lay down and started to prepare for a nap.

Seeing this situation, Qian Dong didn't say much. It was his first time to practice martial arts, and now was the time when his enthusiasm was at its highest. How could he still rest at this time?

So one person came to the tree and continued to improve the proficiency of Youlong Baguazhang.

Beautiful scenery, a corner of the village, a small farmyard, a person practicing martial arts under a big tree in the backyard, and an old man resting under a lounge chair beside him, the whole thing looks like the time has passed peacefully.

Qian Dong's practice lasted for a long time. During the middle time, the old man woke up and brought more fruit or tea so that Qian Dong could rest for a while, but he didn't make many suggestions for Qian Dong's practice.

"Okay, Xiaodong, let's get here first today."

It must have been nearly four o'clock in the afternoon when Mr. Dong stopped Qian Dong, who had been practicing non-stop.

"Ah, okay, Grandpa Dong."

Qian Dong also felt very tired. Since he started working, although he has been working on the construction site, he has also been working in some management positions and has almost no physical exercise. The amount of exercise today is not small. Normally, he should not be able to bear it today. It was the right thing to do, but it just happened to be supported. I don’t know if it was because of the system activating skills or because of physical fitness prompts.

"Then Grandpa Dong, I'm going back after taking a rest. Do you have anything to explain?" Qian Dong wiped his sweat, picked up the tea prepared by Grandpa Dong and took a sip. He looked at the old man standing aside and asked. .

He thought the old man was preparing to drive people away, so he decided to ask and leave.

"Haha, don't be impatient. You have a very good understanding, and seeing as you have been practicing so much today, you must be patient. But let me ask you one last question, are you really determined to take this path?"

Mr. Dong asked Qian Dong seriously, his expression solemn.

Today he has been paying attention to Qian Dong, worried that he was just acting on a whim. Now that he has a good understanding and temperament, he has also thought about passing on kung fu to him. After all, he is older now, and this injury also seriously damaged his vitality. , I’m afraid I won’t be able to teach him anymore in a few years.

"Ah, Grandpa Dong, I seriously want to take this path."

When Qian Dong heard this, he also put away his smile and stared into Mr. Dong's eyes with a firm look on his face.

"Well, that's alright. Are you prepared to endure hardship there?"

"Well, ready."

"Alright then, come with me."

After Mr. Dong finished speaking, he turned around and walked indoors without saying much.

Qian Dong followed with some anticipation, still wondering if Mr. Dong had any unique skills or secrets that he wanted to pass on to him.

"Take off your clothes and lie down on the bamboo bed, just leave your underwear on."

Mr. Dong took him to the bamboo bed in the living room, motioned him to take off his clothes, and then stood aside in confusion.

Qian Dong didn't know what to do. Although he was a little disappointed that the secret book was not being passed on to him, he didn't hesitate and took off his clothes and lay down on it.

"Be patient, you are older and if you want to get started faster, you have to endure some hardships."

Mr. Dong said, grabbed one of Qian Dong's legs and said something.

"what……"

When Qian Dong heard this, he had an ominous premonition in his heart, but before he could think about it, a heartbreaking pain shattered all the thoughts in his mind.

"Your muscles and bones have been shaped. The essence of Youlong Baguazhang is flexibility. Now I have to stretch your muscles and bones."

As Mr. Dong said this, he kept pushing Qian Dong's thigh upwards with his hands, and his feet were already stretched to the top of his head.

Next, amidst Qian Dong's screams, he stretched his legs, arms, and muscles mercilessly.

Qian Dong's screams never stopped, and by the end, there were even tears in the corners of his eyes.

I am in my 30s, but I never expected that I would suffer such pain after getting the golden finger.

"Okay, you can take a rest."

About 10 minutes later, Mr. Dong released Qian Dong, looked at the body lying on the bamboo bed swaying, said with a chuckle, then turned around and walked into the room.

(End of this chapter)