martial law

The movement of carrying water can be controlled, but if you want to leave and do other things, you just can't.

Can only carry water back and forth.

It didn't stop until the sun was high in the sky.

Then, I ate with the old monk, thinking I could rest, but, after eating for half an hour, this body went to chop firewood again.

bang bang bang...

Timber cutting, birds chirping.

The air is good, the scenery is beautiful, and Yang Lin is suffering.

He fell into the endless life of a woodcutter again.

"It should be exercising my muscles and physique."

Yang Lin thought to himself.

The next step is to carry water and chop firewood endlessly. This kind of life has passed for a year.

For a whole year, they either carry water or chop firewood, and there are no other recreational activities at all.

Yang Lin didn't even remember what he ate, only the impression of working was very clear, which became an instinct.

Finally, one day, when he carried the last load of firewood into the woodshed, the light and shadow in front of him changed again...

There are candles like beans in front of my eyes, and the sky outside is faint.

One bed, one lamp, one table and one chair, back again.

The even breathing of the little mushroom came from outside the door.

The rooster outside was still crowing silently.

This is……

For the first time, he was immersed in the birthmark on his chest, and saw that his prestige had dropped by two points, and the back of the Iron Line Fist column had become a sign of "strengthening his body".

He squeezed his fist and felt the vigorous power inside his body.

But I feel a little helpless in my heart.

'I heard from Uncle Da that after getting started in boxing, the first thing to do is to reach the state of physical strength...

In fact, it is by virtue of exercise and health preservation that ordinary people can reach an extremely healthy state.

In this way, in the illusion of performing martial arts, I worked hard for a year to carry water and chop firewood for a year before I made my body healthy and strong? '

'Am I a waste of martial arts? '

'I don't believe it anymore, I still have some prestige points, then continue...'

Yang Lin was born with a ruthless vigor, and now he is improving silently, and his prestige points have been consumed by two points.

Chapter 008

Yang Lin has already figured out how to perform martial arts to improve his body and blood.

Don't worry about what might happen.

Anyway, when he was improving his martial arts, no matter how much time he spent in the illusion of performing martial arts, it was only a few seconds in reality, which was almost negligible.

However, although the time spent and events were fake, the body really became stronger, and there were no other sequelae.

With such a means of rapidly increasing his strength, he was afraid that he would have many dreams, and he would lose it after he got it.

Don't worry about it yet, hurry up and use it.

Light and shadow change again.

This time, it was still that hilltop, or that forest.

However, his main task was no longer to carry water and chop firewood, but to hook his legs upside down on a beam in the kitchen, head to foot, and stir fry the food with a huge spatula in his hand.

This is not a pot, it is simply a boat.

The monks in the temple are all idiots...

He finished frying one pot after another, time passed day by day, and another year passed.When I woke up, my head was still dizzy, and I always felt like I was still hanging upside down.

However, there are also advantages. He found that he stood very firmly, as if roots had taken root under his feet, and he had an illusion in his heart that no one seemed to be able to push him down.

In the handwriting displayed on the Martial Arts Order panel, in the column of martial arts, Iron Line Fist has been promoted from strengthening the body to the realm of strength, and a punch can break the wind with a sound.

Don't do it, don't stop, come again.

Yang Lin was a little numb, and the pleasure of the rapid increase in strength made him want to stop.

Almost forgot about reality.

It's like a game, the improvement is visible to the naked eye, and it doesn't take time.

The time spent in the illusion, is that called time? That is called Nankeyimeng.

'Come again. '

This time it was finally not on the mountain, but beside a restaurant. People were passing by on the street, pedestrians were in a hurry, and their faces were disheveled.

But I came out of the restaurant in a dizzy state, and before I could see where I was, there were dozens of men in front of me, each with a knife and axe, and some with gallbladders and hoes, all of them were vicious rushed towards himself.

"Tie Qiao San, eat shit."

In the lead was a ferocious man with a scar on his face, who cursed angrily and stabbed his head with a knife.

Yang Lin was in a daze, and before he could react, he only had time to turn his head slightly, and the light of the knife followed his ear and cut on the side of his shoulder and neck.

As soon as the severe pain came to his mind, Yang Lin fell to the ground, only twitched a few times, and then axes, sticks, hoes and dung forks came like raindrops, covering his head and face.

'I am dead. '

'I'm Iron Bridge Three? '

'This martial arts performance is really good at playing. '

Enlightenment rose in Yang Lin's heart, followed by a huge sense of unwillingness and humiliation.

Grass……

His eyes were red.

He remembered that he had been hacked by a knife and hoed just now, and he was still alive, but he was suffocated to death in his mouth by a dung fork with suspicious objects on it.

What a shame.

This thought just flashed in his mind, and then he found himself standing in front of the restaurant, just stepped out.

Dozens of men rushed forward in a swarm.

The first man with a scar slashed at him with a knife, shouting "Tie Qiao San, eat shit."

'It turned out that it was reloaded with file loading. '

Yang Lin's eyes were bloodshot, without even thinking about it, he staggered his feet to clamp the sheep, leaned forward, made a cross with his hands, and divided the golden mallet in one stroke, and slammed it fiercely on the chest of the scarred man.

Before the knife fell, the man's chest had collapsed.

Blood spurted from the mouth and flew upside down.

When it landed, there was only air out, no air in.

Yang Lin's eyes turned red, and he took another step forward, uniting his waist and horse, parting the golden bridge with his hands, and chopping down diagonally.

The strong man with an ax and a hoe beside him was beaten on the neck without making a sound, and his bones cracked violently.

The two fell to the ground with a snap and slid far away.

The head is crooked and the eyes are squinted.

Yang Lin was prepared this time, one step at a time, one punch at a time, one punch at a time, and accidentally, he died twice more.

Soon, he mastered the method, he fought from the street to the end of the street, and finally knocked down more than [-] people, and the rest of them finally lost their fighting spirit, and fled in all directions crying.

Then, the scenery changed again, from the front of the restaurant to the small river, a sand boat docked, and more than 30 rough men in blue short jackets and weathered faces rushed forward again, each with a weapon in his hand.

Died twice more, knocking down everyone.

Changing the scene again, I came to a mansion, surrounded by five men in black with long knives in their hands, and beside me was a weeping young lady...

Well, this time, Yang Lin played Mirage for three full years.

He felt that he was beating and killing people with his eyes closed. He was completely confused, and he didn't know how many times he had died. In the end, the knife was slashed on his body without frowning.

In the last hundreds of fights, he basically passed without injury. He could see that any one of those people was a little stronger than himself, and there were thirty of them. With his rich experience and sense of danger, he , one pass.

I heard the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs.

There is still a dying light in front of my eyes.

Finally home.

Yang Lin's dazed eyes took a while to focus.

He arched his waist and lunged with his feet. It took him a long time to relax his body.

Tentatively, he stretched out his hand and squeezed the table leg, "click", with a little force, the table leg made of good yellow rosewood was pinched into two sections from the middle by him.

'This is real. '

'my power……'

Only then did Yang Lin wake up completely.

Staring at his hand in a daze, it was still so white and tender, but the strength was greatly different, and the way of exerting force was also extremely ingenious.

Especially the two shoulders feel like iron and steel.

Hey……

His feet slipped lightly, and he reached the corner of the room with one lunge. He sank his shoulders and slammed his fists against the wall.

The blue bricks on the wall shattered with a loud bang.

"what's up?"

There was a scream from outside.

Plop.

It was the little mushroom that fell under the bed.

Qiang opened her sleepy eyes, the little girl was full of panic, and suddenly opened the door curtain, and saw Yang Linjing's shirtless body, still posing for punching, powder dust still scattered on the wall.

"Master, are you demolishing the house while you're not sleeping?"

Little Mushroom's face was covered with black lines, and at a glance, he saw a slightly tilted table with a broken leg.

Moving up the line of sight, I saw a hole the size of a bowl appeared on the wall amidst the misty dust, and the skylight from outside came in.

Slowly, she opened her mouth wide, oh, oh, she didn't know what she was talking about.

"It's not me, don't talk nonsense, I didn't..."

Yang Lin was very embarrassed and said hastily.

I found an old dress and plugged the hole.Then, I turned the table around and leaned against the wall, so nothing happened.

After doing this, seeing the small eyebrows raised by the little mushroom, he felt a little guilty for some reason.

Just as I was about to say something, my eyes went dark, my mind was dizzy, and with a bang, I fell to the ground and passed out.

"Master, master, don't worry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Before he fainted, he heard the little girl shouting.

Chapter 009 Your mother is here, just tell me

When he woke up again, the sky was already bright.

Uncle Da stood in front of the bed with a complicated face and blamed himself endlessly.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have given the third young master the boxing book. Unexpectedly, he practiced day and night."

"Practicing martial arts, forcibly hurting the body, must be restrained. Alas... this kid is actually a persevering one, I was mistaken."