Tibet

Although Li Ye didn't want to cause trouble anymore, a nail pierced his heart after Zhang Xiaopang told him the truth.

If he was only injured in a fight, it would be fine after he recovered. However, the other party used despicable means to frame him. Li Ye couldn't swallow this breath.

But Pei Sanniang never allowed him to provoke those rich kids again. Those rich kids were too despicable and cunning. His son was no match for them and he would be killed by them sooner or later.

Pei Sanniang visited the doctor every morning and rushed back in the afternoon to prepare plasters. At the same time, she kept an eye on her son. Li Ye had no chance at all.

If you don't have a chance, you can only wait for the opportunity.

On the other hand, Li Ye was also full of curiosity about his predecessor. Ever since he discovered that his actions were unusual, he had been constantly exploring his potential.

That morning, Aunt Mu was mending his clothes and chatting about his childhood memories. Li Ye sat aside with his chin in his hands, listening very attentively.

"Since you were half a year old, your mother has used herbal medicine to bathe you. I said that the child was too young and could not bear the tiger and wolf medicine, but she didn't listen. If you didn't die from her torture, it was because of your fate."

Li Ye smiled and said: "What are the benefits of taking a herbal bath?"

"Your mother said it was amazing. She said it was a secret recipe passed down from her family. It can cleanse the marrow and relax the tendons. I don't think it is as exaggerated as what she said. At most, it is not afraid of heat in summer and cold in winter. It is strong and not easy to get sick. I will take a look. to these.”

No wonder I don’t feel cold even though I’m wearing only a thin single layer of clothing. Whose secret recipe is this?

Li Ye wanted to ask about Tang Chao's mother's life experience, but in the end he held back. He found that as long as he asked about Tang Chao's father or Tang Chao's mother, Aunt Mu would find an excuse to leave.

Li Ye could only continue the topic, "What other martial arts have I practiced?"

"You have practiced a lot, and it is very complex. You always give up after a short time. I am not talking about you, your mother is impatient, but there is a kind of practice that you have persisted in since you were four years old."

"What is it?"

"When you were two years old, your mother taught you how to make hoops. There were a few small puppets on the ground. You stood a few feet away and threw the bamboo hoops. If you hit the trap, your mother would reward you with a small snack."

Li Ye was speechless. Is this training a dog? Or are you planning to set up a street stall when you grow up?

Aunt Mu smiled and continued: "When you were four years old, your mother took you to watch polo. You suddenly became very interested in playing polo. You made a clay ball yourself, hit the ball with a wooden stick, and hit the ball with a wooden stick. After a few days, you were able to hit a clay ball into a small hole on the outer wall of a foot with a pole. Your mother said that you had talent, so she started to train you to play for three months. She had no patience anymore, but you yourself But he persisted.”

"I have persisted until now?" Li Ye was surprised. He persisted in practicing polo for ten years. How did he do it?

Aunt Mu put down her clothes and smiled mysteriously, "I'll show you something!"

She bent down and pulled out an old wooden box from under the bed, which was covered with dust.

Aunt Mu blew the dust and said with a smile: "I collected these for you."

"What is it?" Li Ye's curiosity was aroused.

Aunt Mu opened the box and found more than twenty long and short wooden sticks inside, many of which were broken.

"This is the stick you used to play mud ball for the first time!"

Aunt Mu picked up a short wooden stick and said with a smile: "You were just a little older then, so you used this small wooden stick to play ball in the yard."

"All of them?"

"They are all the ones you have used. There are quite a few. My aunt has collected them all for you."

Looking at a box of more than twenty wooden sticks, Li Ye's eyes were moist. These were not wooden sticks. They were clearly an old man's love for him.

……….

Mathematics, physics, Chinese, history and geography in his previous life were of no use to him now, and memorizing a few Tang poems and Song lyrics would not make a sensation in Chang'an.

A poor kid who grew up in a slum and only studied for a year would write a shocking literary work? Who would believe it?

On the contrary, expressing himself recklessly will only put him in a dangerous situation and become the prey of the powerful.

Being pragmatic is the way to survive. He must integrate into the Tang Dynasty and adapt to this era, rather than this era adapting to him.

Li Ye has been doing various exercises for several days to get to know himself. He found that his martial arts are actually very ordinary. He may have practiced a few moves of the three-legged cat, but he has extremely powerful talents, mainly strength, speed and keen.

He can easily lift nearly two hundred kilograms of weight, which even a strong adult may not be able to do. It is because of his strength that far exceeds that of his peers, and his rough and strong skin, which makes him especially able to take a beating, what makes him a neighborhood boy. The king of fights.

In addition, his reflexes are extremely sharp and fast. This was discovered by him in the toilet. He could use his index finger and thumb to quickly pinch the flies flying past his eyes, with perfect accuracy, although it was a bit disgusting.

Of course, this is absolutely related to the fact that he has been practicing polo for ten years, and he has been taking medicinal baths since he was a child, which may have unexpected miraculous effects.

That night, Li Ye lit a stick of incense on the courtyard wall. He stood on the other side of the courtyard, about two feet apart. He held a polo stick in his hand. The polo stick in the Tang Dynasty looked very much like the hockey stick of later generations. .

But instead of a polo ball on the ground, there was a stone pill the size of a sparrow egg. Li Ye's heart was as calm as water, and his mind was empty. He swung it and hit it, 'Pop! ’ The club accurately hit the stone pills on the ground. The stone pills flew out like lightning, and the burning incense head on the wall suddenly disappeared.

"Awesome!" He couldn't help but praise himself in his heart.

Li Ye took another stone pellet. This time he changed his target and swung the club to hit the trunk of a small tree nearby, but the stone pellet passed by the trunk, missing by a full thirty centimeters.

Li Ye was stunned. He could hit the incense fire, but he couldn't hit the tree trunk that was dozens of times bigger. Why?

Li Ye closed his eyes and recalled what happened when he lit the incense burner. He remembered that at the moment when he lit the incense burner, he seemed to have a very subtle feeling that he could control the strength and accuracy.

But when hitting a tree trunk, that feeling of control disappears.

He found some more stones, tried again, and hit the incense head ten times in a row. Three times he found the feeling and hit the incense head, but the other seven times he hit the incense head.

He knew he couldn't rush it and needed time to slowly master it.

……..

Ten days passed in a flash, and Li Ye was practicing hard every day, hundreds of times a day.

As time went by, the feeling of controlling the strength and accuracy became more and more obvious, and the number of times he controlled it became more and more, and he could find that feeling even when he was not practicing.

He knew that he was about to succeed.

"Old Fatty, throw it higher!"

Zhang Xiaopang threw two pieces of dry mud into the air one after another, and Li Ye hit the rocks with his swing. This time, the feeling came out by itself, without him needing to search for it.

What a kind of exquisite control it was. He completely controlled the strength and direction of the swing, and the small rocks flew out like lightning, 'Pop! Snapped! ’ He smashed two pieces of dry mud into pieces in the air.

"You have been practicing for almost two hours, and every shot can hit. Isn't it enough?" Zhang Xiaopang was really exhausted and sat down on the ground unable to move.

Li Ye didn't answer. He stood there like a stone sculpture, savoring the wonderful feeling at that moment with his heart. The results of ten years of hard training in Li Ye's predecessor were finally integrated by him. He had mastered that feeling. Control.

A sparrow landed on a big tree. It suddenly fluttered its wings and flew over Li Ye's head. Li Ye weighed the stone pellets in his hand and threw them violently into the sky. The passing sparrow screamed and suddenly fall.

That's right! It is this kind of head-aiming and force control that he can find this feeling whether he is playing polo, using a slingshot, or throwing stones with his bare hands.

But Zhang Xiaopang jumped up in shock, "Wow! You actually have the ability to hit things with flying rocks. When did you learn it?"

Li Ye was startled, "Have I never been hit before?"

"Where is that! You brag that you can play polo, but if we let you show off your skills, you won't be able to hit a hit at all, let alone hit a bird."

Zhang Xiaopang's words made Li Ye suddenly realize that it was very likely that his predecessor had not been able to master this kind of precise control and was just relying on instinct.

If that's the case, then his predecessor's incense burning should also be on time.

In other words, he not only integrated the ten years of hard training of his predecessor, but also surpassed him.

In the next few days, Li Ye continued to consolidate this exquisite control, completely control it, and use it as he pleased.

……….

The income from opening a medical clinic in a slum area is very meager. The poor can only afford ten or twenty pennies for a medical treatment. However, medicinal materials in Chang'an are very expensive. If the medicinal materials were purchased to make plasters, Pei Sanniang's medical clinic would have closed down long ago.

In order to make a living, Pei Sanniang had to go outside the city to collect herbs by herself to save the cost of medicinal materials. In the past, her son accompanied her, but in order to help her son recover better, this time she decided to collect the herbs herself.

It took two days to go, and Li Ye's opportunity finally came.

In the evening, Li Ye brought Zhang Xiaopang, Xiao Huangmao and Wujilang to the polo field. Zhang Xiaopang was about to take an iron rod, but Li Ye stopped him. The other party dared to use the iron rod because An agreement to admit defeat was signed in advance.

Without this agreement, the lawsuit would be impossible to escape if hit with an iron rod.

Moreover, Li Ye didn't want to fight with the opponent at all. He wanted to regain the ground, but he didn't necessarily have to use force.

The polo field was slightly smaller than the football fields of later generations. There was a wooden board on each side with a hole the size of a volleyball. While running on horseback, the polo players scored one point by hitting the ball into the opponent's hole.

A polo team consists of five people. On the polo field, five rich kids are riding horses and running, practicing playing polo, surrounded by several of their servants.

The leader is a tall and thin young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old. His name is Ma Jinsong. His family is across the street from Daixianfang. In fact, the five of them are all children of wealthy families in Daixianfang.

The children of rich families are not necessarily the children of powerful people. They may be big businessmen, property owners, shop owners, or high-ranking managers who are dependent on powerful people, etc.

At this time, Ma Jinsong suddenly reined in his horse and looked at the several enemies who walked onto the court in surprise.

"This bastard is actually fine. Doesn't it mean he's paralyzed?"