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I opened my eyes, and the dazzling sunlight reflected on the white ceramic tiles.

People were coming and going in the corridor, and doctors and nurses in white coats were in a hurry.

There were cries in my ears, and a middle-aged woman wearing a headscarf and dressed like a tea farmer was sitting in the corridor outside the hospital emergency room.

She cried hoarsely until she almost fainted.

Next to her sat a child, about twelve or thirteen years old, just the age when he first understood the true meaning of death.

The boy didn't shed a single tear, his eyes were red, and he supported the middle-aged woman next to him.

Not long after, the door of the emergency room was pushed open, and a nurse came out: "Your husband's chest was crushed, and two ribs penetrated the lungs. I'm sorry, we did our best."

When the bad news came, the woman dressed as a tea farmer had a black eye and fell down. The nurse quickly called the doctor and sent the woman away.

The hospital corridor smelled of disinfectant and people were coming and going, leaving only the boy sitting alone on a cold bench.

He clasped his hands together and tried not to cry.

"Ergou." I put my hand on the boy's shoulder. His bones were protruding. He was even thinner than I thought: "Cheer up. The weaker you are, the more you will be bullied by the world in the future."

"Who are you?" The boy's eyes were confused. He felt that I was very familiar, but he couldn't pronounce his name.

"I'm here to help you. From today on, no one can make you bow your head anymore." I didn't tell the boy my identity. This was Ergou's shallow dream. Once he was severely stimulated, he might come out of the dream at any time. Wake up.

"Let's go, follow me and you will become stronger." He led the boy to find the memory nodes leading to the middle dream in the shallow dream. Looking at the first half of Ergou's life, the two most unforgettable places for him were when he got The other hospital where I knew my father's rescue was ineffective was probably his old house in the countryside.

Arriving at the place where Ergou once lived with his father, he opened the door and found a completely different world inside.

"Mid-level dream!"

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There were more than thirty people fighting in the street, and they were not very old.

The party with the larger number of people had colorful hair and held iron rods to surround the smaller party in the middle.

They had an absolute advantage in numbers and gave them a one-sided beating.

On the side with fewer people, everyone ran away, and ran away, until finally only a young man who looked like a mad dog was left struggling.

He was stepped on by others, and his calves and back were covered with blood marks from being beaten with steel rods.

After being tortured for several minutes, police sirens rang in the distance, and the attackers dispersed in a hurry. The young man seemed not to have a good impression of the police either. His lips were bleeding and he reluctantly got up.

His body was covered with blood and dirt, and he was in a very embarrassed state. He fell down in front of an adult shop after taking a few steps, looking like an abandoned wolf cub.

The military coat curtain at the door of the store suddenly opened, and a pair of hands dragged the young man into the store before the police car arrived.

"Er Gou, wake up, this is just your dream." I didn't expect that in Er Gou's middle dream, the scene when he and I first met would appear. The memories from many years ago came to my mind, which made me deeply moved.

"Brother Jian?" Chen Ergou blurted out, his eyes slowly focusing: "Is this a dream? Then why did you appear in my dream?"

"To be precise, this is your middle-level dream. Okay, don't talk nonsense. Do you still remember the boxing rules and moves I asked you to memorize during the day? Take the time to start practicing."

When people are in a shallow dream, they may wake up from the dream due to some stimulation, but this will not happen in the middle dream. Unless the body is touched by someone in reality, the dreamer cannot leave the dream voluntarily.

Don't tell me that I told him this was in a dream. Even if he committed suicide by jumping off a building in his dream, he wouldn't wake up.

Ergou was still in a state of confusion. After giving himself a slap, Ergou still couldn't figure it out.

Seeing how stupid he looked, I had no choice but to tell him the truth about the fact that the Tongsang Talisman can enter dreams and that the flow of time in dreams is different from reality.

"The speed of time in shallow dreams is ten times that of reality, and the speed of time in middle dreams is a hundred times that of reality. Doesn't that mean that if we practice here for one night, it is equivalent to practicing in reality for a hundred days?" Ergou looked shocked.

"That's probably what it means, but practicing in dreams doesn't help strengthen the physical body. It can only train the mind and will, and give us time to keep trying, so that we can find out how to exert force when we get used to it. Jin, as long as you practice a little bit after you go out and let your body adapt, you can unleash the true power of Bengquan."

"So wonderful?! Am I dreaming?" Ergou grabbed his face and couldn't believe it: "Could it be that I'm thinking about something every day and dreaming about it at night?"

"Strictly speaking, you are indeed dreaming." I ignored Ergou, walked out of the store, looked for an open space, and started practicing facing the green tree at the door.

It is not easy to succeed in anything. Ergou and I can practice according to the lost boxing rules. The starting point is much higher than ordinary people.

I punched the trees as thick as a bowl again and again, feeling the way power moves in my body. My movements in my legs, feet, waist, and arms became more and more standardized.

Babu Bengquan pays attention to the two words "quick and ruthless". The attack is a killing move, which is completely based on actual combat. It is fast and violent, like an arrow coming out of the string; with a move of the mind and a shake of the body, it can fly far away.

Practice boxing wholeheartedly, every punch requires the cooperation of the body, and every punch is constantly improving.

Time does not have much meaning in dreams. When I threw more than 9,000 punches, I felt something in my heart and my body gathered strength. When I punched, I took a half-step. The speed of ordinary straight punches suddenly increased, and my muscles There was an unprecedented strength in it.

"Bang!" The thick green tree broke in response.

"Was that internal strength just now? When I punched, I only had half a step to accumulate strength and it was so powerful. If I took eight steps, how terrible would the strength be?" Looking down at my hands, I saw With a smile: "I have memorized the operation method. Practicing in dreams really works."

I continued to practice hard, and by the time I landed the 20,000th punch, in addition to the collapse force, I had also mastered the pressure force and wrapping force. The attack methods were unpredictable. A punch that looked ordinary from the outside might contain several types of punches. Inner strength makes people hard to guard against.

Turning around, I saw that Ergou had also developed Beng Jin. His martial arts talent was even better than mine, and he was born with a ruthless energy.

"When I was dreaming, I looked at Ergou's hit stars, and there were faint signs of being replaced by the Greedy Wolf star. Is this the influence of having too much entanglement with me?" Greedy Wolf is the number one star in the Beidou, with overwhelming power. Pojun and Qisha show its ferociousness, but this star is not a lucky star because of its blessings and misfortunes. In the future, Ergou's path will become more tortuous.

The inner strength has been developed, and the practice can come to an end for the time being. I took Ergou to find his childhood home in the dream, opened the door and returned to the shallow dream.

After trying some methods, I finally woke up Ergou, and I also exited the dream.

Sitting blankly on the bed, looking at Chuyang outside, Ergou felt as if he was in another world. His drunkenness had long since dissipated, but he still couldn't believe it: "Brother Jian, I seemed to dream about you last night."

I put away the Tongsang Talisman and glanced at him helplessly: "Dreaming is my biggest secret. You must not talk about it everywhere. Get up and go down to test the results of practicing in dreams."

Ergou nodded in agreement and followed me downstairs.

On the first floor, Wang Yu was still sleeping with Bai Qi in his arms. Bai Qi had already woken up, but the docile big dog was afraid of waking Wang Yu, so he just rolled his eyes and lay motionless on the ground.

Opening the store door, the sun shone into the house. I walked to the green tree at the door and stretched out my hand to touch the trunk as thick as a bowl. In my dream, I hit this tree tens of thousands of times, and now I remember every texture of it. in my heart.

"Give it a try. As long as you can achieve one-tenth of the training results in your dream, it will be worth it." I adjusted my breath with luck, and the two energy channels of light and dark in my body nourished the muscles like a dragon playing with beads.

In the eyes of pedestrians passing by, this action is just staring at the big tree in a daze. They are rushing to work, that is, to see what is new. If they meet someone with a bad temper, they will probably scold someone like crazy or don't block the road.

Ignoring the eyes of outsiders, I was calm and in the best condition. I slowly raised my right hand, and the power started to gather from my feet, and then it was like a stretched bowstring!

He took a half-step, and in less than a tenth of a second, his right fist hit the trunk of the tree like a heavy cannon!

"Bang!" The loud noise caused passers-by to stop, and even the vehicles on Tingtang Road slowed down and looked at me.

The thick green tree shook a few times, then broke straight in the middle and fell onto the road.

For a moment, the entire road was silent, too quiet.