I Synthesize Infinite Entries In A Chaotic World

In the early morning, the crowing of the rooster broke the morning tranquility, and warm sunlight poured into the house through the windows, illuminating the quilt golden.

Li Yun opened his eyes, stood up and stretched, feeling comfortable all over. After a night of relaxation, he felt refreshed.

Uncle, you're awake, Xiaorou opened her beautiful eyes sleepily when she noticed the movement of the people around her.

Well, yesterday was great.

Humph, of course, but uncle, you are getting stronger and stronger. Sometimes people can't resist you. You have to work hard to practice martial arts, otherwise you won't be able to hold on for a few seconds.

While talking about tigers and wolves, Xiaorou got dressed and got out of bed to help Li Yun get dressed.

Ha, you have to work hard, otherwise you will fly away in an instant, and I will have to find a sister for you, Li Yun joked. After getting dressed, he was ready to go to the courtyard.

Opening the door, he was greeted by cold wind at first, and then wisps of sunshine poured into the room. The light golden light hit Li Yun's face, and Li Yun's expression instantly changed to one of surprise.

This... the snow has become lighter?

In his sight, the gray and gloomy sky had a hint of color. In the past, the heavy snow falling like a snow curtain was now a little less, at least the sunlight could penetrate.

Really, Xiaorou walked to Li Yun's side and opened her mouth slightly when she saw this scene.

The snow has really gotten smaller.

It's good. It's been snowing heavily for more than four months and it's finally getting lighter. If it gets smaller every day, this difficult winter will be over soon, Li Yun walked out of the room with a smile and walked to the yard. .

The weather affects people's mood. The weather that used to be gloomy and snowy has improved, and Li Yun is very happy at this time.

At least, Chunyang Town will return to its former peace.

With heavy snowfall and never-ending weather, there will definitely be chaos. Natural and man-made disasters are often precursors to the destruction of a dynasty.

A few days ago, when the Snow God Sect was born, there were signs of chaos in Chunyang Town. Although the government and the Crazy Blade Gang suppressed it vigorously, if the heavy snow continued to fall, these things would be like weeds burning inexhaustibly, and chaos would eventually break out. .

Li Yun doesn't like chaos. Now that the weather is showing signs of improvement, he is naturally happy.

In this joyful and relaxed state of mind, the suppression he had been feeling seemed to have relaxed a lot. Unable to control himself, Li Yun walked to the center of the courtyard, exhaled a long breath of hot air, put on the Wave Fist stance, and started pumping soft water.

The punches are slow and gentle like water.

The palms and fists dance, and even the white snow in the air moves with the movement of the arms.

Under such a state, and with the blessing of the master of boxing, Li Yun's understanding of the wave boxing has gradually improved.

Xiaorou watched Li Yun boxing from the side, her beautiful eyes full of admiration.

This was the first time she had seen such a soft and elegant punch.

After a stick of incense.

Li Yun stopped his hand, shook the white snow off his body, and smiled relaxedly.

Waves come and go, some are strong and some are gentle.

Violent and gentle, two completely different artistic conceptions are integrated into a boxing technique. This boxing technique may not be simple.

With the divine blessing of boxing skills and the progress of Wave Fist, Li Yun vaguely understood that when he merged the violent wave with the gentle water, Wave Boxing would be able to break through to perfection.

It's very difficult, but if you have mastered boxing skills, it probably only takes a few months.

Uncle, you are so awesome!

Seeing Li Yun withdrawing his fist, Xiaorou ran to Li Yun and admired him very much: Uncle, is this the Wave Fist?

Yes, it's just a soft water move that can only be used in the Dacheng realm. The intention of the fist is to use the palm of the fist like soft water to release other people's attacks, wash it away like water, and tolerate everything.

Practice harder. With your talent, you will be able to do it in the future. Li Yun smiled and rubbed Xiaorou's head. Xiaorou's talent lies in her martial arts skills. Compared with her talent, her martial arts talent can only be regarded as nothing. OK.

But if you persist and practice for ten years, it is not impossible.

Well, I'm going to cook! Xiaorou nodded obediently and ran briskly into the kitchen. Not long after, smoke started to rise.

After cooking for several months, Xiaorou is good at cooking.

Today's breakfast is thick lean meat porridge, with pickled cabbage as porridge, a large bowl of bacon and stir-fried cabbage, and even a bowl of medicinal soup for each person.

After working for two months, Li Yun still had a small amount of money, so he spent most of his money on food. Warriors eat a lot and digest quickly. If they just drink some porridge and water in the morning, it will be difficult to move at noon.

The two were eating breakfast. Xiaorou took a sip of white porridge and carefully licked the rice grains around her lips with her fragrant tongue.

Although life has gotten better, Xiaorou is still so frugal.

Uncle, you know, many people have disappeared in the town recently.

While eating, Xiaorou took the initiative to find a topic.

I don't know, Li Yun shook his head, not interested in it.

However, Xiaorou's next words made him tense up slightly.

I heard from the widow sister next door that the missing people are not women or children, but men. The missing people are all young adults. Uncle, do you know the man named Wang in our alley? He just disappeared.

Uncle, do you think it was done by the Snow God Cult? It seems that the missing men had believed in the Snow God before.

Xiaorou said softly.

Li Yun couldn't help but frown, remembering the siege two months ago, the horrendous killing of the Snow God Cult members, and the ferocious strong man holding a giant hammer...

Impossible, Li Yun said without hesitation: The government and the Kuangdao Gang jointly encircled and suppressed the Snow God Sect. With their strength, it is impossible for the Snow God Sect to still exist.

Okay, I'm just guessing, Xiaorou nodded and continued to drink porridge.

Soon, the two of them finished their breakfast and had a warm look. Seeing that the time was approaching noon, Li Yun kissed Xiaorou and headed to the boxing gym.

Yesterday, Old Man Wu asked him to go to the inner courtyard of the boxing gym to look for him at noon today, so naturally he couldn't be late.

Walking on the street in his training clothes, Li Yun saw that the streets that had not had many people in the past were now filled with people, and most people had smiles on their faces.

Obviously, the change in the weather has relaxed the people's depressed minds a little, and they have seen hope.

It snows heavily every day and no one can bear it.

Arrived at the boxing gym on time, there were not many people in the outer courtyard, only seven or eight people were practicing there, one or two of them were unfamiliar faces, probably new disciples.

Junior brother Li, oh no, senior brother, wait a minute, suddenly a familiar voice sounded.

Li Yun looked at that person, it was Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan comes from a wealthy family. After his failure in the competition in May, he did not quit, but chose to continue practicing martial arts. He had a soft smile on his face, but there was no trace of the arrogance he had in the ring before.

Seeing this, Li Yun couldn't figure out what Zhang Yan was thinking.

Zhang Yan? What's the matter with you?

Zhang Yan walked up to Li Yunqiang and said sincerely: Congratulations to Senior Brother Li for entering the inner courtyard. I am here to invite Senior Brother Li to come to my house to serve as a worshiper.

Offer? Sorry, I don't have much thought.

Senior brother, forty taels of silver per month!

Li Yun stopped.

Forty taels?