Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 30
"Pfft." The second senior brother couldn't help laughing, watching Fu Chen's farce.

However, the person concerned, Fuchen, was crying earnestly, without a single tear in his eyes, his face was crowded into a crying face, his mouth bumped up and down, and he uttered words very clearly, dragging out a long voice, "Brother, you are young and smart, and you love to read. Poetry and books. Lying in front of the window to learn stealthily, someone broke his leg."

"Mother is seriously ill at home, you sell pots and iron, take a shortcut into the city to buy medicine, and are chased by wild dogs all the way."

A section opened, took a deep breath, and let out an "aww", and then sang the next section, with firm eyes and a serious performance: "Brother! You are so miserable!"

"That year, you died of your father and mother, lying in the wind and snow, hating the injustice of heaven..."

The other party, Qingyun, watched the whole process coldly, took out "Tian Ji Cho" and threw it in front of her.

Fu Chen opened the book, used his finger as a pen, and copied in the air.The written gold words emerge with the fingertips.He still sang "Yi Ya" on his mouth: "Run in the capital, learn the crafts hard. You also learn tea and tofu. You have all eighteen martial arts."

His eyes were on the textbook, he was copying in his hand, and his mouth was jumping, "You are bullied by bullies when you sell tea on the street. A piss will ruin your business."

"Tofu at the end of the street, being caught by someone, I want to be the man in the tent."

"Street vendors are scattered, you can't save face."

"Oh, brother, you have been miserable all your life." This is the third paragraph of preparation.

Qingyun looked at the second senior brother who had been watching the show, "What are you doing?"

The second senior brother grinned, "Listen to the whole play."

Qingyun looked at him coldly.

The second senior brother restrained his smile, got up and left, turning his head while walking.

Walking out the door, I heard a muffled, knocking sound.

Fu Chen said "Oh" in pain, and stopped crying.

The elder brother's voice came from the room, "Write seriously."

There is no play to listen to.

The second senior brother didn't look back and was discharged from the hospital.

This copying took half a year in the dust.

Half a year, for any cultivator, is like a blink of an eye.

But for Fu Chen, it is as long as the world experiences a catastrophe and a change of course.

If you ask big brother who is Immortal Qingyun?

Everyone says: His benevolence is like heaven, and his knowledge is like a god.Just like the sun, look like the clouds.Rich but not arrogant, expensive but not comfortable.

perfect person.

Standing in front of him, Fuchen must be ashamed of himself.

First glance at him: I was wrong.

Second look: I was wrong, I'm going to duck.

After running far away, the galloping posture revealed himself: I was wrong, and I did it again!

This kind of perfect person can only be seen from a distance, not close up.

Every time Fuchen learns from the big brother, he feels pain: the study time is too long!

He doesn't rest at all!

Twelve hours a day!
30 days in January!

December of the year!

Open all year round!

Practicing swords, dealing with various affairs of the sect, and staring at her explaining content distractedly.

His rest is meditation and exercise!You can still distract her and open her mouth to tell her that she recited something wrong.How should I understand it this way.

Fuchen stared at such a hard-working elder brother, feeling ashamed.I shouldn't have said rest.

The study time of the day is postponed again and again.

Can't help but say: "Brother, I want to rest."

The brother who just finished practicing a set of sword skills nodded, "Just sit here and rest."

Fuchen opened his mouth to prophesy, but held back.Meditate honestly.

The difference between meditation and sleeping is: sleeping is sleeping!Don't even think about it!
When meditating, you have to divide your mind movement skills, dredge the Qi channels in your body, push out the Qi in the Dantian, and run along the Qi channels in conjunction with the heart method, and run in units of one, three, six, or twelve cycles.

It's not impossible.

After all, it is something that was suppressed and learned by the big brother when he was a baby.

Fuchen sits on a straw mat, meditating and resting.

"The aura is wrong." The senior brother stared at the air mass that emerged from the floating dust, and commented, "How about the correct aura for luck?"

Fuchen closed his eyes and recited, "Your body is like a boat filled with thousands of boats. When you ride in the huge waves, you can't shake it, and you can't attract it. You can sit quietly and practice your skills. Your spirit will be clear. If you sit for a long time, it will be more wonderful; if the sun rises in the east, Dazzling to the eyes; like the autumn moon hanging on a mirror, the brilliance is bright..."

Silently adjust the body posture and the fine path and speed of the airflow in the body, and stabilize the output to ensure that the momentum is more correct.

For half a year, I studied in the dark and in the dark, and the punishment and copying were only part of the day.The daily homework is fully arranged by the elder brother.

You can't tell yet.

Because he works harder than you.

It's been half a year, and because of an appointment, the elder brother went out to hunt for treasures with his friends.Fuchen finally seized the opportunity to escape.

The second senior brother came over hearing the sound, shook the feather fan, and said with a smile, "Last time, you sang it all."

Fuchen rolled his eyes, "When did you help me block the elder brother, when will I sing for you." After speaking, he left without looking back.

I found a place and had a good sleep.

This feeling was so refreshing that when she opened her eyes and saw the elder brother with a serious face, before she could react, she greeted with a smile, "Hello, senior brother."

"As soon as I leave, will you be like this?" Qingyun asked coldly, his eyes were as cold as iron quenched.

Fuchen noticed something strange, and when he was puzzled, he defended himself, "I just fell asleep."

"When do you sleep?" Qingyun asked.

"After you leave."

"Sleeping until now?"

"Ah."

"I've been away for a month!" Qingyun's voice fell heavily, as dull as a bell.

Angry.

Fuchen was stunned.

Qingyun took out the ruler, which was tempered from the cold iron in the deep sea for thousands of years, and it was icy cold.Being struck by it, the bone cracked and the cold invaded, and the ice shattered into the marrow. "Hand out."

Fuchen turned his head away, angrily, stretched out his hand stiffly, and let the ruler hit thirty times!
The palm is broken and the power grows again.

No matter how long the pain is broken, it is not as good as the injustice in my heart.

"Go to the cold pond for punishment! When will you come back after practicing the Tianji algorithm to the sixth level!" The elder brother reprimanded.

Fu Chen secretly rolled his eyes, turned his head and left.

The broken bone in the hand is still alive, and the blood is flowing.

The floating dust moves and grows muscles, I feel like a volcano is erupting in my heart, and my eyes are about to burst into flames.Walking in great strides is like killing an enemy before a battle.

It is normal for Xiuxian to blink for a thousand years.

It is his business to cultivate every inch of time and every inch of gold.Why do you have to grab her?
Walking to the cold pool, staring at the dark pool water, the dissatisfaction in my heart did not cool down because of the cold, but burned more and more vigorously.

The cold pool, the water is as cold as the deep sea, but it does not freeze.

People like it, if they don't practice their skills, they can't resist the cold of this cold pool.Therefore, it is also one of the cultivation methods pursued by cultivators.

The cold pool is not big, and the rocks are smooth and black.

The light in the pool is dim, and there are occasional ghosts—this is an animal that grows in the cold pool, ghosts, the whole body is black, like a human figure.Sharp teeth and sharp claws, ferocious and agile, good at hiding in dark shadows and cold pools.

If the movement is wrong, or if the cold air affects the body, it is easy to be dragged into the water by the ghost and bite to death.

Fuchen sits in the water and exercises his kung fu, the more he thinks about it, the more angry he becomes.When the eyes stared at a ghost, the brain collapsed into a thread——

Dust is dead.

The corpse was torn apart by the ghost, and the blood floated on the ice.

(End of this chapter)