It is difficult to create your own martial arts. It is even more difficult to create a martial arts that ignores aptitude and root bones. Xu Xi has no other martial arts to learn from, and no knowledgeable people to provide assistance. He can only rely on himself and a few martial arts books brought from the real world. Practice. Perform martial arts. Practice again, and perform martial arts again. Xu Xi's life is boring. In the courtyard with only one person, he silently punches and stands silently. Only the scorching sun, the white floor tiles, and the big trees in the courtyard witness his day after day, and the countless drops of sweat. "Time is running out..." I don't know how long it has been.
The figure who continued to punch finally stopped and sighed. From last winter to this summer, "Yangyuan Gong" has undergone several transformations, but none of them is what Xu Xi wants. A martial arts that ignores aptitude and root bones. Can it really be created artificially? Xu Xi knew that it was very difficult to deduce this kind of skills, but he was unwilling to give up and unwilling to watch the familiar faces pass away. ... [Your heart warns] [The intuition of a warrior reminds you of the future disaster] [The next winter demon tide will be further expanded, and demons of the same level as you or even more powerful will appear. It is difficult for the people of Qingniu Town to contend with them] [You reduce some of your boxing practice time and spend more time on deducing skills] [You are surprised that the reduced martial arts practice time has not slowed down your strength growth, and even vaguely, the blood flow speed is faster] [This is because your With all your heart and soul, you are pursuing your own path] [When you are practicing Yang Yuan Gong, your belief in martial arts is stronger than ever] [You smile, chew another bitter and astringent vegetable dumpling, and look through the gradually rotten paper of Yang Yuan Gong, thinking about where to improve] … [Long-term martial arts training and performances have become your daily life, but occasionally, you will go out] [Or go to Shiwan Mountain, kill demons to sharpen yourself, and distribute the excess blood and flesh to the townspeople] [Or standing on a high place, overlooking the much calmer Qingniu Town, recalling those who are no longer here] [Someone from the outside world has arrived]
[They are in a hurry, looking for fugitives like last year] [This time, the officials searched carefully, no longer just asking verbally, but entering every household to check] [Of course, they found nothing] [Ignoring the slightly dilapidated Qingniu Town, ignoring the Qingniu Town with half the population, the officials left quickly, fearing that if they stayed here for too long, they would also be attacked by the demons ] [They rode away on their green-scaled horses, and as an innate warrior, you followed silently behind them] [You watched them enter several more villages and towns, and after searching in vain, they returned to the pass cursing] [You vaguely caught the words "disgusting" and "pig"] [You looked at the dark army stationed at the pass] [You looked at the tall city walls that defended both demons and humans] [The burning heart fire and the flowing blood became hotter in silence] … When Xu Xi returned to Qingniu Town. The sky darkened. It was drizzling. The raindrops hit the blackened wall, which was a mixture of human blood and demon blood. Over time, it formed a stain that was difficult to remove. No one thought about removing it because they couldn't see the future tomorrow. Gradually, the rain got heavier. Xu Xi walked in the raging rain, with his Qi flowing through his body, forming an invisible shield to shield the rain, and walked all the way home. "The last idea may be improved." "The quality of "Yang Yuan Gong" is not high, but it is suitable for improvement because of this." "Only if the threshold is low can we ensure that everyone can learn it." Xu Xi thought as he walked. He wanted to officially complete the improvement of "Yang Yuan Gong" before winter came, even though it was difficult, laborious and laborious. "Creaky--" Pushing open the heavy reddish-brown wooden door, Xu Xi entered his home. He paused slightly. In the empty and clean courtyard, he saw the mud being washed by the heavy rain. The mud mixed with blood was washed away by the rain curtain bit by bit, revealing Xu Xi's figure who was not surprised at all. "Sorry, sir..."
The miserable-looking girl coughed up blood with a bitter smile: "I may not be able to pay this time." "It's okay, I'm a kind person." Xu Xi shook his head, walked forward, and helped Wu Yingxue, who was unable to move, up: "You can pay me back in installments later." The girl was stunned and seemed to want to say something. But the serious injury made her faint directly. "Such a serious injury is caused by fighting with an innate " Xu Xi glanced at the girl's injuries, circulated his Qi to stop the bleeding, and carried the girl into the house. Heal the wound, open up the Qi and blood, and bandage it simply. After doing all this, Xu Xi waited for Wu Yingxue to wake up. "In these years, I have never heard of this child at the border. She must have really returned to the Thirteen States of Daqian." "Is there a special entrance and exit that is not guarded by the garrison at the pass?" "You can ask later." "If we really can't hold on this winter, we can let everyone leave the border so that they won't die in Qingniu Town. " Xu Xi lowered his eyes and grasped the girl's dragon-patterned spear. Take it in front of him. Look at the wear on the tip of the spear. And the large and small gaps on the spear body. In addition to being interested in the way the girl entered and exited the border, Xu Xi was also interested in the girl's experience when she left. He was very curious about what the other party had experienced to attract the search of the officials again, and this time the search was more serious and careful. "Fortunately, the border is complicated, otherwise, this child would have no chance to run back. " Tick-tock -- Tick-tock -- The heavy rain outside the house is still pouring down. The crackling sound of the rain is like a compact performance, hitting everything quickly. While Xu Xi was performing the "Yang Yuan Gong" martial arts, he was waiting for Wu Yingxue to wake up. This wait lasted until the evening. The rain stopped and the moon was dark. The seriously injured 17-year-old girl slowly woke up. "Thank you, Mr. Xu..." She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a dull look, without the previous alertness and liveliness, silent and silent. Xu Xi was very familiar with such a look, he had seen it on other girls.
"Can you tell me what happened? " Xu Xi asked. ... [You picked up the injured princess again] [This time, her injuries were more serious and she looked more miserable. Even the hard dragon-patterned spear had many different wears and tear] [You guessed that the girl faced an enemy above the innate] [You asked the awakened girl about the truth] [She was silent for a long time, silent tears flowed down her cheeks, and said in a hoarse and dry voice that her parents were dead]