A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

Kong Bin, Zhang Zheng, Li Chong, and Duan Rong, who was standing next to Li Chong, stood in the yard as if they had taken root. They stood there for a full hour. They were sweating profusely, and the heat was rising from their heads.

The four errand disciples standing behind them only stood for half an incense stick of time before they lost their strength and could no longer catch their breath, so they had to disperse.

It was not until the time for lunch that Duan Rong's stomach began to growl.

Duan Rong pressed his hands in the air in front of his chest, and a breath of white air spurted out, and he walked out of the yard.

Kong Bin, Zhang Zheng, and Li Chong also dispersed their strength.

Kong Bin looked at Duan Rong's back, and saw that his sweat-soaked shirt was tightly attached to Duan Rong's back. Kong Bin shrank his pupils expressionlessly.

"This kid is a bit weird." Zhang Zheng said, standing beside Kong Bin.

"Have you noticed him before?" Kong Bin turned his head and glanced at Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng shook his head and said, "He is a quiet guy, and his talent for martial arts is not outstanding."

Kong Bin fell silent after hearing this. Duan Rong did not have much presence before, but now...

Kong Bin was thinking, Li Chong came over and said, "It's just that the routine today was better, it's just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. I didn't see Zhao Mu's escort master didn't adjust his posture when he was standing. Only when the stance is well stood can you be energetic. Without energy, no matter how good the routine is, it's just a show."

Zhang Zheng nodded secretly after hearing what Li Chong said. He also felt that this was the truth.

But Kong Bin still had no expression on his face. He saw the heat coming out of Duan Rong's head and his shirt soaked with sweat.

The more standard the posture of standing, the greater the consumption. The greater the consumption, the more energy you can build.

But, by the same logic, the greater the consumption, the more standard the posture of standing. From this perspective, Duan Rong's round stance is no problem at all.

"This kid, you have to pay attention to it." Kong Bin said to himself silently in his heart.

Duan Rong left the courtyard where the firewood was stored, went to the canteen first, got dinner, then left the escort agency, ate two donkey meat hot pots on the street, and drank a large bowl of mutton soup.

Duan Rong ate until his stomach was full, wiped the red oil from his mouth, and returned to the escort agency.

As soon as Duan Rong arrived at the escort agency, he found a corner where no one was and started standing again.

After digesting the experience of the entry-level Five Tigers and Sheep Knife, the routine was not a problem for him at all.

But standing still to build up strength, you have to do it little by little. Seeing that the assessment day is approaching, he can't be careless.

After groping, Duan Rong basically understood the limits of his body.

He had just stood hard for more than an hour, plus an hour in the morning, which was already two hours.

But he could stand for about two more hours by exchanging the center of gravity of his left and right legs.

In this way, he can basically exhaust himself completely. In layman's terms, it is to practice thoroughly.

Only by practicing thoroughly can you gain strength.

But it is very difficult for a novice to master the balance between training himself thoroughly and not getting hurt.

If Duan Rong had not had the experience of the entry-level Five Tigers and Sheep Knife in his mind, he would not have been able to grasp this balance at all.

Duan Rong practiced until he was sweating all over, then he dispersed his energy and walked towards the dormitory.

He felt exhausted at this time and it was difficult to walk, but with every step he took, there seemed to be a stream of heat rising from the soles of his feet, wandering around his body, and then converging into the Dantian.

Although Duan Rong still hadn't figured out the way to internal breath these days, he knew that this heat was just the strength rising from the muscles, not the internal breath cultivated by the internal power mind method.

Duan Rong walked back to the courtyard of the dormitory for the menial disciples, washed his body by the well, and then got into the blanket on the big bunk bed and fell asleep.

The next day, it was six o'clock in the afternoon.

After working all day, Duan Rong came to the courtyard for practicing again, smelling of horse manure.

Duan Rong was slightly startled as he stepped into the corner gate.

In the courtyard, only Kong Bin, Zhang Zheng, and Li Chong were left. The four errand disciples who stood in the second row yesterday did not come back.

In fact, the four errand disciples knew that they had no chance to be selected as apprentices, but the opportunity to practice martial arts was rare, so they wanted to learn as much as possible.

And Zhao Mu said yesterday that the leopard drill was the last routine to be taught before the assessment.

Since all the routines that can be learned have been learned, it is meaningless to learn again. Zhao Mu will not guide him like he did to the three seedlings. With this time, it is better to take a rest.

Duan Rong seemed to know what the errand disciples were thinking. He sighed and stood beside Li Chong.

Wuyicuoyifayixiniang contentyi yi 6 yi 9 yi shu yi ba kan!

"You stink, don't you know it? Can't you stand further away?" Li Chong saw Duan Rong standing next to him again, and he was immediately angry, and his face flushed, and he said angrily.

Duan Rong looked at his nose and his heart, pretending he didn't hear anything, and continued to stand there.

Li Chong was about to explode, and Kong Bin suddenly coughed. Li Chong gritted his teeth and turned around, and saw Zhao Mu's large figure, who had already appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

Zhao Mu walked in, glanced at the four people, and seemed to think that it was normal for only four people to be present during the training time of the menial disciples. He said calmly: "The six routines have been handed over to you. Although these six routines are only a small part of the Five Tigers and Sheep Knife. But in fact, it is a small system. There are defensive ones, offensive and defensive ones, and killer moves."

When Zhao Mu said this, he suddenly paused, took the oxtail knife with sheath in his arms, looked at Li Chong, and said: "Come here and take care of my knife."

"Me?" Li Chong was stunned.

"Why are you still standing there? Wipe the linen cloth soaked in castor oil carefully." Zhao Mu was a little impatient.

Li Chong looked at Zhao Mu's eyes looking at him, his face was extremely ugly. He walked over with a little daze and took the knife from Zhao Mu.

Zhao Mu asked Li Chong to take care of the knife. It seemed to be just a small instruction, but it revealed a clear message.

That is, in Zhao Mu's opinion, among the four of them, Li Chong was the worst and had the least hope of being selected as an apprentice.

This was undoubtedly a huge blow to Li Chong's confidence.

Li Chong certainly understood that he was not as good as Kong Bin, but he felt that he had a slight advantage over Zhang Zheng. As for Duan Rong, he didn't even take him seriously.

And this is not the point, because if he is really the worst among the four, then he will never be selected as an apprentice.

Because, there are only one or two people who can be selected as apprentices, and three have not been selected, and four are even more impossible.

If he is not selected as an apprentice, he can only be a chores for life...

"No, Master Zhao must have seen it wrong! How could Duan Rong be better than me?"

Li Chong bit his lip. He really couldn't accept the cruel reality of being a chores for life. There was a crazy look in his eyes, so much so that his lips were bleeding, but he didn't realize what Zhao Mu was saying, and he didn't hear a word.