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Yi Xin fully realized what devil training is.The training of the Beiying Clan is simply unbearable.

In the early morning of the next day, Qiu Yihan spent about a cup of tea washing up, and then gathered at the designated place - the courtyard, and went to the wooden stakes in another courtyard with the main force.

For Mingjian Mountain training, before breakfast, what everyone needs to do is to run three laps around the hall, while for the training of the Beiying Clan, they need to step on wooden stakes and run [-] laps before breakfast.

The area surrounded by the wooden pile is not large, but it is high, and not only high, but also very thin. Yi Xin roughly estimated that even if an adult stood on it, the length of the foot would only be exactly The diameter of that stake.

Moreover, the wooden stake is seven or eight feet high, which is the height of an adult. Once it falls...for these children who have not yet got it, it is almost a severe sentence, not to mention that there is no protective measure underneath.

Yi Xin watched in horror as the disciples of the Beiying Clan were sent to the wooden stakes by the adults, and some disciples who had already started training even chose the other side of the more slender wooden stakes.They lined up and ran on the stakes, and they would fall off if they were not careful.Moreover, the distance between the wooden stakes was not very close. Looking at it, Yi Xin always had the feeling that one person fell, and the rest couldn't hold their feet, so they would fall too.

After running five hundred laps for nearly an hour, the sky gradually brightened and the sun showed a bright smile.Running in the dark morning, the North Shadow Clan trains, and eyesight.

After running [-] laps, the children on the pile shook their legs and stopped taking any further steps, but similarly, they did not dare to make other movements.An old man in gray clothes and gray hair looked serious, waved his hand, some disciples moved chairs, let those children jump from the stakes to the chairs, and then down to the ground.

When Qiu Yihan came down, his body was almost drenched with sweat, Yixin touched his clothes, even wet his hands, Qiu Yihan's face remained unchanged as if nothing had happened, Yixin knew that there was such a thing in him. He definitely doesn't want others to know about supernatural things.

"Go to breakfast, I'll give you two quarters of an hour, gather in the practice room immediately after breakfast!"

"Yes! Master Zhao!" The children answered in unison, and some children who were dressed in a little more gorgeous clothes showed resentful expressions, but they couldn't bear it.

When they lined up to march into the hall, Yixin gently hooked Qiu Yihan's fingers, and asked Qiu Yihan in a low voice, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?" It may be that the instability of the soul has flared up again. During this period of time, Yin Qi is heavier than Yang Qi. He cannot be nourished by Yang Qi, nor can he absorb Yin Qi to balance Yang Qi. Naturally, the suffering he suffers is doubled.

Qiu Yihan swiped his palm twice, which means he doesn't feel tired.Then they went to the hall to get a simple wooden bento box, and in the hall they received five steamed buns, a deep-fried dough stick, a sesame cake and soy milk.The food was delicious and very anti-hungry, but the children all took the food for two.

Like Ming Jianshan, the Beiying Clan is not stingy with food, but this food is to last a day, even if their normal food intake is not so much, for a day of training, they still force themselves to eat it.

Yixin watched Qiu Yihan quickly sweep away those buns, and finally frowned, but forced himself to swallow, and the unbearable feeling quickly spread from the bottom of his heart. He also had a similar situation. In school, he used to be very poor at school. Poor, for the sake of his mother, he studied hard. The happiest moment of the day is obviously lunch, but every time he eats lunch, he only eats it for less than 3 minutes, and it takes a big plate.After eating, quickly return to the classroom and work hard.The consequence of this is flatulence, and even stomach cramps later...

"It's enough to eat seventy percent full..." Yixin wanted to say this very much, but if Qiu Yihan didn't eat now, it would be miserable later.

After eating, Qiu Yihan and several other fast children went to the practice room first.The practice room is much larger than the one Mingjian Shan Yixin stayed in, and the facilities are stronger, with different types of wooden stakes.But obviously, these stakes are only used to train this stage of the course.

Master Zhao nodded in satisfaction and said, "Although it's still too slow, it's at least the first batch."

Master Zhao stood in front of the wooden stake on the stage, slapped it fifty times, and said, "This is today's lesson. When you are proficient, you can use your fists to break the wooden stake. Change to a wooden stake." Master Zhao pointed to the stake full of wooden thorns next to it.

Yi Xin felt hairy looking at it. If you slapped such a stake directly, there would be countless small thorns piercing into the flesh. If you didn't slap it directly but drag it after slapping it... I'm afraid it will be dripping with blood.And their current wooden stakes are all as thick as the mouth of a bowl, so small children can break them with one palm...Are you kidding me?

Qiu Yihan and the other children said solemnly: "Yes!!"

They randomly found a suitable wooden stake on one side and started beating.

Qiu Yihan obviously has some basic skills. It is impossible for him to not practice at Mingjian Mountain. Even so, his experience still cannot keep up with the speed here.

The old man surnamed Zhao seemed to be paying close attention to him, and when he came to him, he kept saying, "Quick! Quick! Quick!" and kept telling him to speed up.

Yi Xin really wanted to scold the peat!It's so fast and even faster.

Qiu Yihan sweated even more, he pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, and continued to speed up, old man Zhao was finally satisfied, and went to scold other disciples.

Qiu Yihan punched about a hundred palms, old man Zhao asked them to clenched their hands tightly, and punched out.

Hearing the dull sound of flesh and bones hitting the stake, Yi Xin suddenly understood what old man Zhao was trying to do. The force-receiving area of ​​the palm is large. Naturally, some experience can also be used. If you greet with fists at the beginning, it will definitely be a tragedy with their initial strength.

They probably practiced three cups of tea kung fu, and the rest of the team arrived late.

Old man Zhao didn't say a word, and waved his hands to signal for them to greet the stake with their fists.

After the first round, many children screamed and cried.They didn't expect that when they punched with all their strength, their hands would hurt so much, and they couldn't stop. After stopping, old man Zhao hit him with the bamboo stick in his hand.The burning pain and the numbness in the hand are not as good as suffering the numbness in the hand honestly.

Yi Xin couldn't help but feel a little bit sad, very grateful that Qiu Yihan was the first to come here, the old man's punishment is really unique.

As soon as a group of children hit the stake, they played for more than half a morning. There were a total of six classes in the morning. Before they practiced the courses of disguise and bone shrinkage, they had three martial arts and three texts to let the newcomers get used to it.And after practicing disguise and bone reduction, because of the increase in the level of exercise, in order to allow the wounded to rest and recover, two classes will be vacated in the afternoon, and they can rest even after dinner.

Qiu Yihan could take a bath with the sweat on his body after he finished driving the stake.From time to time, Yi Xin would point him out how to save effort and get the greatest achievement with the least amount of pain. If so, Qiu Yihan has also become like this.His face was pale.Originally a villain carved in powder and jade, this will become a real jade man.

"Can I ask for leave?" Yixin asked softly, he couldn't help Qiu Yihan more, otherwise he would be noticed, no matter how powerful the Beiying Clan is, without the help of the Beitang gods, it would be impossible to detect Qian Kunshuo, if caught Notice that it will be troublesome. "You can't bear it if you go on like this." Anyway, the next few classes are literature classes, and it's okay if you don't take them. Yixin thinks very well. He already knows many allusions that ordinary people don't know. How could it be possible for him to teach than Beixin? The Shadow Clan's master taught poorly?

Qiu Yihan shook his head and didn't speak. After the class was over, he went back to the cubicle of the room to wash and change clothes. He still had to go to the literature class - another class in a courtyard that was completely different from the practice room.

"Your problem is not tolerable, and it's not your fault. I can teach you. Really, I know many things... I know what you haven't learned." Yixin continued to persevere in trying to convince him.

"If I don't take classes." Qiu Yihan said indifferently, "How would you know the content of these classes when I took them, and how are you going to teach me now?"

Yi Xin was left speechless by the question, this was his grandfather's refutation, but Qiu Yihan thought of it so easily.

Qiu Yihan said: "I won't be knocked down..." He paused, and then said, "Absolutely not."

Yixin felt that her age had suddenly started to increase suddenly, and her heart was as soft as tofu. Maybe Qiu Yihan was really too young, too pitiful and cute now?He couldn't think of him as Shi Wuxiu at all, sighed lightly, and said: "Well, you will definitely succeed."

The literature class was taught by Master Sun, who was still an old man. All the children respectfully called him Master, and then sat down. The table was full of pens, ink, paper and inkstone. "Family Surnames" and asked them to read it a hundred times and copy it a hundred times. There was a time limit of two lessons, and then he would explain it in detail.Each of the children's hands were swollen like steamed buns. Compared with them, Qiu Yihan's hands were not bad, but they were also swollen badly. Yixin wanted to bandage him when he returned to the room, but Qiu Yihan After the shower, time is running out.

The children present here already know most of the characters. The ancient children were precocious, and there were those who recited the "Book of Songs" at the age of three. They actually knew the "San Zi Jing" and "Hundred Family Surnames". They start.

When Qiu Yihan finished reading the "Three Character Classic" a hundred times, his clothes were once again wet with sweat.

Yi Xin said again: "Take a break...too tired is not good for the soul."

Qiu Yihan bit his lip, did not speak, grabbed the ink stick with trembling hands, poured some water, and rubbed the ink tremblingly, but couldn't use any strength, even the ink stick seemed to slip out of his hand.

Yi Xin put her hands on his and helped him move, but from the perspective of others, it was only Qiu Yihan who was grinding.

As a matter of course, you can't even grasp the ink stick with a steady hand, let alone a brush?Qiu Yihan picked up a pen and copied the "Three Character Classic" on the paper, the characters were crooked, a bit horrible.

After inspecting it once, Mrs. Sun said: "The one with the worst handwriting has to be copied a hundred times."

The author has something to say: Little Theater

side disciple (whisper)

Passerby A: How many newcomers of this generation have fallen?

Passerby B: I don’t know, how many?

Passerby A: None, but one of the old disciples who ran the thin wooden stakes was blown up.

Passerby B: (⊙o⊙) Wow!

Yixin: ...