Martial arts immortality, my practice has experience

Accompanied by a faint sound, a black shadow fell from the courtyard wall.

Chen Erya, who had been observing the situation in the courtyard through the window of the room, was frightened by the black shadow.

"Who is it!?"

The little girl's heart was hanging in her throat.

It was late at night and her brother was not there. She was a little girl. If a thief came, what would she do?

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through the little girl's mind.

Just when she was about to hide and see if she could pull to buy time, she saw the face of the black shadow clearly in the bright moonlight.

"Brother!"

The little girl exclaimed in surprise.

"It's so late, the little girl should be asleep."

In the yard, Chen Pingan thought so. Children are still developing and are more sleepy than adults. He didn't intend to wake up the little girl. Who would have thought that he would hear his brother's call just after taking a few steps.

The voice was surprising, it was Chen Erya's voice.

A little person rushed out of the room and threw himself into his arms.

"Nannan, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet!?"

"Wait for brother to come back."

The little girl buried her head in Chen Ping'an's chest, and her voice was a little muffled.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Ping'an noticed that the little girl was in a bad mood.

"I was scared to death just now. My brother climbed over the wall and came in. I thought there was a thief."

Chen Erya came out of Chen Ping'an's arms, staring at him with a pair of clear eyes.

Looking at Chen Erya, who looked pitiful, Chen Ping'an's heart was about to melt.

"Nannan, I didn't think it through."

Chen Ping'an apologized.

It was hard for him to imagine what kind of mental journey the little girl had gone through when she thought there was a thief just now.

"It's okay, don't blame brother."

The little girl hugged Chen Ping'an, unwilling to let go.

Since the death of old Chen, only the two brothers and sisters have depended on each other.

Putting his hand on Chen Erya's head, Chen Ping'an was silent for a long time.

"Nannan, don't worry, brother will do his best to give you the best!"

......

"Brother, did things go smoothly?"

"It went smoothly. It's okay, you can sleep peacefully, brother is here."

"Well, OK."

When Chen Pingan came back, Chen Erya's heart was completely relaxed. Chen Pingan chatted with her for a while, and the little girl fell asleep. It can be seen that she was really sleepy.

Chen Erya fell asleep, but Chen Pingan's work was not over yet.

After the iron shirt was completed, his state was restored to perfection. There was another iron shirt practice that he had not yet carried out.

Walking into the courtyard, Chen Pingan took off his upper body clothes and began to temper his body.

After the iron shirt was completed, he did not need to tie himself up with underwear. Every time he rubbed his palms, he rubbed them directly on the skin.

However, now his skin is as tough as thin cowhide, and the effect of rubbing and tempering with his hands alone is much weaker than before.

However, half an hour later, the familiar +1 experience value appeared again.

Name: Chen Pingan

Realm: Qi and Blood Level 1 Perfection

Martial Arts: Iron Shirt Minor Success (1/40)

......

After practicing once, Chen Pingan found that he seemed to have not reached his limit yet. The skin that used to turn red after rubbing and grinding did not seem to have changed much at this moment.

"Could it be that..."

Chen Pingan's face showed a hint of excitement.

"Again!"

After saying that, he continued to rub and grind with his hands and began to practice Iron Shirt.

Another half hour passed, and the +1 experience value appeared again, and the experience value on the panel also changed from 1 to 2.

After practicing twice in a row, Chen Pingan felt his whole body burning and his skin was hot.

"It seems that after Iron Shirt Minor Success, I can persist in practicing Iron Shirt twice in a row. In this way, I can increase 4 experience points a day in the morning and evening. This speed is equivalent to doubling!"

Chen Pingan's face was full of surprise and joy.

"If you want to master the Iron Shirt, you need 40 experience points. In this way...it used to take 20 days to master the Iron Shirt, but now it only takes 10 days."

"Ten days..."

"Also, according to the records of the exercises, after the Iron Shirt is mastered, the practice can proceed to the next stage. Roll in the sand and gravel, temper the body, polish the skin, and penetrate the blood."

"Well, I'll get some sand and gravel tomorrow to see if I can get more experience in the new stage of practice."

"..."

The efficiency of gaining experience points doubled, which made Chen Pingan very excited. This means that the door to a higher level of martial arts is slowly opening up to him.

After simply wiping his body, Chen Pingan fell asleep in excitement.

With the improvement of physical fitness and the fullness of blood and qi, he can fall asleep completely in just a dozen breaths when he is somewhat sleepy.

The most critical time is to remain vigilant during sleep.

Early the next morning, Chen Pingan began to practice the Iron Shirt as usual. On weekdays, he would practice the Iron Shirt once and then rush to the Pacification Division to work, so his schedule was quite tight.

However, today was a day off, so it was no problem.

After practicing the Iron Shirt twice in a row, the experience value on the panel changed from 2 to 4, and Chen Pingan went out.

The new stage of Iron Shirt training requires sand and gravel. So he went out to get some sand and gravel.

There are many places outside the city with sand and gravel everywhere. Just sift it a few times and it can be used directly.

However, it is time-consuming and laborious to get sand and gravel directly from outside the city. I don’t know when Master Xiaohu will come, so Chen Pingan chose to spend money to buy it directly.

It just so happens that Uncle Zhang, who lives west of Lihua Lane, happens to be a sand mover. There should be a lot of sand and gravel like this in his family.

Dong Dong Dong!

Chen Pingan knocked on Uncle Zhang’s door.

After a while, the door opened and a little kid poked out.

“Who are you looking for?”

The kid is not very old, probably only about four or five years old, and his round head looks a bit pleasing.

“Is Aunt Zhang at home?”

Chen Pingan asked with a smile.

“Grandma, she’s here.”

The little kid said in a baby voice. As he said that, he made way.

"Who is it?"

A voice came from inside the house.

A rather sturdy old woman came out from the inner room and saw Chen Pingan who was about to enter.

"I was wondering who it was? It turned out to be the young man from the Chen family."

Among the many families in Lihua Lane, Uncle Zhang's family lived a good life.

The son and daughter-in-law were quite motivated and worked as kitchen helpers in the restaurants in the city, which was a serious and stable job.

He himself was a laborer who moved sand and could earn some hard-earned money. And Aunt Zhang did some needlework at home to supplement the family income.

The family worked together and lived a prosperous life.