Beast

"Yang Qing, are you crazy about gains and losses? You dare to agree without even the slightest certainty?"

Lu Zhen and the other three jumped to their feet anxiously. In their impression, although Yang Qing was reckless, he would not be so ignorant but stubborn. At this time, apart from his cold expression, he looked like he was not concerned about the matter.

What made Lu Zhen and the others feel that three years later, it was not Yang Qing who was going to fight to the death on the No Return Stage, but the three of them.

"If you don't put yourself in their shoes, you won't understand." Yang Qing's cold expression gradually melted, and he looked up at Lu Zhen and the others, his eyes full of seriousness and determination.

"A real man should do something and not do something."

"Yang Qing, no matter what happens, I will stand by your side." The matter was a foregone conclusion. Knowing that there was no room for recovery, Qi Xiaohu and the others stopped persuading and supported Yang Qing.

"Get "Thirty-Six Forms of Hunyuan" within three months, and the strength of one arm reaches one thousand kilograms" Yang Qing was moved in his heart, clenched his fists, and set a goal for himself.

This time, he and Wang Dali fought with a stick. Fortunately, Yang Qing let go in time, his arms were only dislocated, and he recovered as before in one night.

Less than twenty miles due east of Hantie Mining Area, there is a hill. The hill is not high, but the mountain is steep. At night, it is blocked by other towering peaks, and the slope on the other side is very large, making this hill very dark at night.

Can't see the moonlight.

This hill is unremarkable and should not have a name. However, this hill is less than ten miles away from Shui Ling Peak, one of the nine peaks in Yufeng Sect. It is unknown which disciple named this mountain Biyue Mountain.

Biyue Mountain has been called this for a long time, and I don’t know when it was gradually changed to Close Moon Mountain, which means that the moon is closed and the flowers are ashamed.

In the early morning of this morning, there were three men in gray robes on Guanyue Mountain. They looked young, about sixteen or seventeen years old, and they were running hard along the steep mountain.

The running speed was extremely fast. I don't know whether it was because of the steep slope of the mountain or the lack of physical strength of these people. They all used their hands and feet to shuttle between trees and rocks like a cheetah.

These three people are none other than the disciples from the Hantie Mining Area, Yang Qing, Tian Bo, and Lu Zhen.

Mining cold iron ore now places little burden on Yang Qing's body, and the speed of improvement in physical strength will slow down. Running on this closed moon mountain, Yang Qing will increase the strength of one arm to one in three months.

Qianjin's idea of ​​a solution.

The homework of several people was completed before dawn, and Lu Zhen helped carry it to the four-wheeled cart.

Yang Qing ran at the front. The slope of the mountain was steep, so he didn't feel awkward using his hands and feet together. His palms had a layer of calluses, and the edges and corners of the rocks did not leave any wounds on his palms.

"Breathe...breathe...breathe"

Yang Qing was running while practicing "Hua Qi Jue".

The straight-line distance from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain is 150 feet. It takes Yang Qing around trees and rocks to run from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, which is 500 feet.

Dissipating his spiritual consciousness, constantly dodging and accelerating, the pores on Yang Qing's body opened, and fine beads of sweat appeared all over his body, leaving Lu Zhen and Qi Xiaohu behind him thirty feet away.

In half a cup of tea, Yang Qing had already reached the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is relatively flat and not open. There is only an open space of five or six feet in radius, and there are not even a few blades of grass.

Yang Qing returned to the hillside and found a large stone weighing six to seven hundred kilograms. In the open space, he held the stone with both hands, squatted deeply and stood up again, and raised and dropped the stone with both arms at the same time.

"Breathe...breathe...breathe"

Sweat dripped down his rough cheeks and onto the rocks on the top of the mountain. Yang Qing always maintained the practice of "Hua Xi Jue".

In less than half a cup of tea, Yang Qing squatted nearly a hundred times and lifted a boulder of six to seven hundred kilograms a hundred times. At this time, Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo arrived at the top of the mountain.

"Going down the mountain" Yang Qing gently placed the stone on the rock, without wiping the sweat on his face, and faced Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo who were breathing heavily.

It is easy to go up the mountain, but it is difficult to go down the mountain. Yang Qing uses both hands and feet, which is much more awkward than when going up the mountain. The weight of the whole body and the force of the downward thrust are all acted on the arms.

The legs lift the body off the ground, and the palms of the hands support the body when it lands on the ground, like a frog.

"Practice the "Sixteen Innate Postures"" Yang Qing stood on the top of the mountain and practiced the "Sixteen Innate Postures" to restore his physical strength.

Yang Qing walked up and down the mountain like this, lifting stones for nearly two hours, and his gray robe was soaked with sweat.

With Yang Qing's strength and stamina, his whole body is still in pain and his muscles are swollen. At this time, Yang Qing looks stronger than usual.

"Go back and have lunch."

Yang Qing greeted Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo. The three of them had no spiritual roots and could not do inedia.

"Xiaohu, Tian Bo, you don't have to follow me. If I don't go deep into the mountains, I won't encounter powerful monsters, and everything will be fine." Yang Qing grinned, seeing tiredness on their faces.

"Both of your hands were pricked by rock oaks."

"Aren't we here to train? It's not for you, isn't it, Tian Bo?" Qi Xiaohu casually rubbed the blood on his palm with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Yes, yes, we are training," Tian Bo saw Qi Xiaohu's eyes and replied quickly.

Yang Qing patted the two of them on the shoulders and said nothing more.

The weather is getting colder day by day. The poplar trees are bare and all their leaves have fallen off. Only a few pine trees can remain evergreen all year round.

"Breathe...breathe...breathe"

Yang Qing ran hand and foot on the slope of Guanyue Mountain. The gray robe on his body was badly worn and exuded white air.

In less than twenty days, Yang Qing got used to this kind of running. Even when going down the mountain, his palms would land unsteadily and his body would fall over. The calluses on his hands had worn away and were thickening again.

"Shua"

There were trees in front of him blocking the road. Yang Qing used his hands and feet at the same time to bounce his body up, relay on the tree trunk, change direction, and continue running without slowing down at all.

"Breathe...breathe...breathe"

On the top of the mountain, Yang Qing held the big stone and kept squatting deeply and then jumping forward. Yang Qing's sweat was dripping everywhere on the small mountain top.

"ah!"

Yang Qing held up a stone weighing six to seven hundred kilograms. It bounced close to two feet at a time. This time, he used too much force and almost jumped off the top of the mountain.

The stone in his hand was shaking, threatening to fall out of his hand and hit the hillside.

The stone in his hand would just fall away. At most, he could just look for one, but where the stone was about to roll down, a woman walked up.

This woman's black hair was pulled up into a bun with a white jade hairpin inserted in it. The green hair on her temples and the back of her head fluttered with the mountain peaks. Two pairs of white jade earrings touched together and made a crisp sound.

She has a hibiscus-like face, willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a small nose, red lips that are bright on the outside, and white teeth on the inside. She wears a pure white double-breasted gauze robe with an aqua blue ribbon tied around her slender waist.

The black and white eyeballs playfully rotate with the shaking stones.

Yang Qing looked at the woman in front of him in a daze, and the big stone he held in his hands was shaking.

"Aren't you tired?" The woman in white felt Yang Qing staring at her, her face turned red, and then she asked curiously.

"Ah? Ah! Not tired, not tired." Yang Qing held the stone firmly with both arms, looking at the space between his shoes, and stuttered a little.

"Senior sister, no... I'm sorry, I scared you," Yang Qing held the stone in both hands and said with his head lowered.

"Senior sister, I'm definitely not as old as you. You call me old." Seeing Yang Qing's embarrassed look, the woman in white covered her mouth with her delicate hands like catkins and smiled.

"My name is Sun Xinyao, what is your name?"

"My name is Yang Qing, and I am a disciple from the Han Iron Mining Area." Yang Qing was thinking about how to call this woman, senior sister, but the woman did not agree and called her junior sister. She was only an outer disciple, and she overestimated her abilities.

The name bar is too stiff.

"Are you going to keep holding up the stone to talk to me?" Sun Xinyao said jokingly with a slight smile. Looking at the stone in Yang Qing's hand, she always felt that it was teetering and about to hit her.

"No, no, I'll put it aside." Yang Qing looked up and found that he was still holding a stone in his hand. His rough face turned red and he quickly found a place to put the stone down, hesitating awkwardly.

"Yang Qing, you are so interesting." Sun Xinyao's voice was gentle and flirtatious, and then she walked lightly to the top of Guanyue Mountain.

"Hehe..." Yang Qing knew that he had just made a fool of himself, so he could only laugh "hehe".

"Yang Qing, are you bored, playing with rocks here?" Sun Xinyao tilted her head and looked at Yang Qing, asking curiously.

"No, I am training my body. I have no spiritual roots."

Yang Qing looked a little depressed. Ever since he learned about the path of physical training, he thought that he didn't care whether he had spiritual roots or not. He answered calmly when asked by others, but he didn't want to say it today.

"Physical training? Isn't that popular in the penal colony?" Sun Xinyao did not notice Yang Qing's loss and continued to ask curiously.

"I also learned about it from the essays of an ancestor in the Hidden Gong Pavilion. As for the place of exile, I have never heard of it." Yang Qing was not as restrained as before and spoke much more fluently. Sun Xinyao's question did not arouse his impatience, but he felt in his heart

Looking forward to continuing the conversation.

"Yang Qing, let's go back to eat." Tian Bo's voice came from the hillside. As soon as the voice came, he and Qi Xiaohu walked up to the top of the mountain.

"Yang..."

Tian Bo thought Yang Qing was practicing seriously and didn't hear him. Just as he was about to shout again, he found Yang Qing and a woman in white standing facing each other.

"Let's go, let's go." Qi Xiaohu also saw the situation at the top of the mountain and quickly dragged Tian Bo down the mountain.

"Let me see who that woman is and what she is busy with..."

Tian Bo was dragged down the mountain by Qi Xiaohu, stretching his neck to look up the mountain curiously.

"You were led astray by Lu Zhen, so you knew how to make noises, but Yang Qing's black face turned red?" Qi Xiaohu moved Zhengtian Bo's head, put his arms around his shoulders and walked down the mountain, with a smile on his face.

"Those two are both disciples from the Hantie Mining Area, and they are both my friends." Yang Qing watched Qi Xiaohu and the two walking down the mountain, thinking that something was a little bad. They told Lu Zhenyi, what is Lu Zhen talking about?

"It's great, I don't have any friends." Sun Xinyao fiddled with her black hair on her temples, looking lonely.

"If I didn't have these three friends, I might not be in Yufeng Sect now." Yang Qing was glad that he could make friends like Lu Zhen and the others, and a warm current flowed through his originally cold heart.

"Yang Qing, go and eat," Sun Xinyao said crisply, wrapping her fingers around her black hair.

"I never eat lunch." Yang Qing said this sentence, but his stomach made a "gulu" sound.;