I can see the book of life and death

The sun was setting in the west, and the clouds in the west seemed to be on fire, filling half of the sky with red.

Zhang Fulin squinted his eyes, and with his left hand he stroked a civet cat that was making a purring sound from its stomach or throat.

Night is approaching and dusk is fading.

The martial arts arena was no longer as lively as before. Only a few disciples were still practicing martial arts, and most of them had gone home.

Feeling the last trace of warmth from the sun, Zhang Fulin stood up lazily.

The kitten in his arms was held by him with one hand. There was no bump due to his movement of standing up. It was as stable as a rock. It still had its eyes narrowed and purred.

Just as he was about to get up and go back, he saw a young man walking towards him with his head held high. Zhang Fulin frowned slightly when he saw that the young man's abdomen was slightly bulging and that most of the energy and blood were concentrated in his abdomen.

Martial arts, talent, talent, and hard work are all indispensable.

But hard work also requires assessing the situation and choosing the right moment.

The transition between Shen Shi and You Shi every day is the most suitable time for human body temperature, and it is also the most suitable time for martial arts training.

Every effort is rewarded, and sometimes a half reward for every effort is considered good.

Sometimes, no matter how hard you work, you won’t even gain half a cent, and you will still owe a few cents.

After a meal is the time to get a few points for exercise.

After a meal, qi and blood gather in the intestines and stomach, which is the time for digestion.

Forcibly practicing martial arts at this time will disperse Qi and blood throughout the body, which will not only achieve twice the result with half the effort, but will also damage the stomach and intestines. This is common sense that many martial artists must know before practicing martial arts.

"This kid belongs to my Zhang family!"

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Fulin remembered that the young man was one of the many young men practicing martial arts in the martial arts field during the day.

"He is a child of the Jishi family."

Those with outstanding talents and those who had an impression on him were all remembered in his mind, but this young man was not among them.

"It's good to have this kind of diligence, but it's just in the wrong direction. The harder you work, the less effective you become."

Just as he was about to step forward to stop, Zhang Fulin froze where he was when he saw the young man's movements, and was a little surprised for a moment.

Those who are talented among the younger generation showed it vividly in the afternoon.

Among them, the one with the highest talent, in Zhang Fulin’s opinion, should be Zhang Tuyuan, who was born in Tuzi.

His father is Zhang Jiji, the most talkative person of the Zhang family. Zhang Tuyuan has been using precious medicinal materials to make medicinal baths since he was a child to strengthen his muscles and bones.

Regular consumption of precious secret medicines that can replenish qi and strengthen the body will make you strong both internally and externally. Practicing martial arts at this time can be said to be a matter of accumulation.

By practicing the Mangniu Powerful Fist, you can easily cross the first two steps and enter the marrow-changing stage.

And although I haven't really moved my energy and blood since I was a child, I have used the Mangniu Daliquan training to strengthen my body.

But the key to the training method of Mangniu Daliquan is explained and taught by famous experts on a daily basis.

He already knows all the key points of Mang Niu Dali Fist.

Although he is now practicing martial arts with Zhang Jiatu, apparently he is on the same starting line, in fact he has already run very far and is close to the finish line.

But now, the boy who had not impressed him much during the afternoon martial arts training surprised him when he practiced the Mangniu Powerful Fist.

The young man lowered his waist and stood up, punching and kicking. He did not use the Mangniu Powerful Fist to strengthen the muscles and bones and transfer the blood. It seemed that he was just familiar with the routine.

It was a bit unfamiliar at first, but after practicing a set of boxing techniques, I became extremely familiar with it.

It seems that he has been practicing for several months, and his mind has already understood the key points of Mangniu Powerful Fist.

The name of Mangniu Daliquan is simple and crude, but it is actually a first-class boxing technique.

It has been passed down to the Zhang family that exercising muscles and bones can make people strong and strong, like a bull, with endless strength and endless endurance.

It is like a wild bull, which looks clumsy and strong, but is actually as motionless as a mountain and moves as fast as lightning.

Zhang Fulin once witnessed a bull attack with his own eyes.

The wild cow usually eats grass leisurely and is clumsy and slow, but anyone who takes it lightly will pay the price.

Its speed is indeed not fast, but when attacking, all the strength is exerted in an instant, like a flash flood erupting and the sky falling apart.

The attack speed at that moment was so fast that few people could match it. If he was unprepared, even a tiger would be seriously injured.

People with ordinary talents who are not very talented will become very powerful once they are trained, but they will inevitably end up being cumbersome and slow, and their true meaning will be hard to come by.

In order for Mangniu Powerful Boxing to truly enter the realm, it must reach the point where lifting a heavy weight is as if it is light, and lifting a light weight is as if it is heavy.

But if you want to truly understand this realm, you will not be able to get the key without practicing for more than ten years.

Even Zhang Tuyuan, the number one young man of this generation, has obviously been taught by famous experts and deliberately controlled during practice, but he is still far away from this state.

But the young man who is boxing there now actually has a sense of taking things lightly.

Although his muscles and bones have not really exerted force, in the eyes of Zhang Fulin, a man who has practiced the Mang Niu Power Boxing to its peak.

When the young man exercised with punches and kicks, the strength of his muscles and bones was contained in his body, just like the wild cow grazing on the grass, eating slowly and warmly.

But when a tiger suddenly attacks in the mountains and fields.

The wild cow can also sink its waist and reach its horns like a flash flood, and deliver a blow that shatters the ground that day.

"Whose child is this?"

The more Zhang Fulin watched, the more surprised he became. For a moment, he had forgotten his original purpose, and even the movements in his hands could not help but become more serious.

"Meow?"

The tabby cat in his arms let out a dissatisfied murmur.

…

Zhang Mingtu came to the martial arts arena, but he actually didn't think too much about it. The body preceded the brain.

It wasn't until he saw the one-armed old man sunbathing in the southeast corner of the martial arts arena that he remembered that before that, he was completely unfamiliar with the old man.

And this old man doesn't look like a top expert. He only has one arm, and his whole body is not strong.

And the whole person is lazy.

At first glance, Zhang Mingtu felt that the old man looked like a lazy old cat.

At the same time, what stunned Zhang Mingtu was that he didn't know how to speak.

He was a bit incompetent when it came to saying hello rashly.

He was really not familiar with the old man, and most of the time he felt that the old man was basking in the sun, like an old cat, with no lethality.

Another profound impression was that the old man's body was swollen with blood and he was holding a beating heart with one hand.

At that moment, the murderous intention was overwhelming. Instead of seeing an old cat, it was like a ferocious tiger.

Zhang Mingtu's heart trembled when he thought of the old man's murderous intent.

"This is the Zhang family's martial arts training ground. I guess the old man is also a Zhang family member. He won't take action against me. I just don't know how to get closer to him..."

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Mingtu felt something in his heart when he saw a few teenagers who were still practicing the Mangniu Powerful Fist.

He simply chose a corner, but it happened to be not far in front of the one-armed old man, and the old man could clearly see his movements.

Since the old man is a top figure, he can defeat so many robbers by himself.

I think I know a lot about boxing, so I practiced it in front of him for a while and then found an opportunity to talk to him afterwards.

If the old man is willing to give some advice, then just follow the stick. Not to mention becoming a master, at least you will have a good relationship.

If you don't want to point it out, you are familiar with it anyway, and you can always make some connections after going back and forth.

Thinking of this, Zhang Mingtu went straight to it.

In the afternoon, instructor Zhang Jiye has already explained the main essence of Mangniu Power Boxing.

After that, practice and master it section by section and level by level.

It wasn't long after we talked about it, but Zhang Mingtu remembered it very clearly.

With unfamiliar steps, he performed the first form of the Wild Bull Powerful Fist, Bull Demon Stomp, but halfway through the fight, Zhang Mingtu felt that something was not right with his hand.

His feet were spread apart, and the distance apart was more than an inch greater than what the coach had corrected.

If he were in a martial arts arena, he would be scolded and corrected by his instructor, but Zhang Mingtu somehow felt that this was the correct pace.

And before he had any more thoughts in his mind, his body started to move before his thoughts.

After finishing a slightly unfamiliar set of punches, Zhang Mingtu paused and started another set. This one was much smoother and faster than before.

And as he moved, a green bull stampeding on the ground and roaring inexplicably appeared in his mind.

Every detail of that wild cow must appear in my mind, even the hairs on its body are clearly distinguishable.

Following Zhang Mingtu's movements, the bull also stepped on the ground, turned its head, and twisted around. The huge muscles on the bull's body were beating and working hard. It was exactly the same as what was taught by Xia Tian's instructor, even more detailed.

Zhang Mingtu was mesmerized for a moment, and he kept performing punches in his hands, one punch after another, and again and again.

I don't know when, but a deep tiger roar suddenly sounded in my ears.

Zhang Mingtu's body trembled, and an inexplicable boundless fear arose in his heart.

The muscles all over the body were tense and the hairs on his body were counting down, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

The body of the wild cow in his mind also trembled. The membranes, bones and muscles all over his body tightened, and the entire body seemed to have shrunk.

But the bull didn't run away. Instead, it let out a dull roar, lowered its waist and horns, and charged forward fiercely.

Snapped!

Amidst the dull roar of the tiger, the huge tiger stirred up strong winds, and with one palm of his hand, he crushed the bull demon down.

Zhang Mingtu, whose mind was stored in his body, trembled when he saw a smiling one-armed old man standing in front of him.

The old man held his fist with one hand and said with a smile: "Boy, you've practiced this fist well!"