Chapter 82 Plum Heart Fist

The female ancestor's bone-forging fist is swift, and the mantra can freeze enemies and even spells five or six feet away. The combination of the two can complement each other's advantages. This is the idea that Xiaoqiu came up with in a flash of inspiration.

The idea is simple, but it is extremely difficult to do: chanting the mantra requires concentration, and punching requires full concentration. Performing them at the same time is tantamount to doing two things at once.

Xiaoqiu tried several times but failed. Instead, his fists did not look like fists, and the mantras were also stumbling and ineffective. However, he did not lose heart and went back to his room to sleep with excitement that night.

The next day, he got up early, practiced according to his habit, and began to think carefully about the feasibility of the plan.

He broke down the fusion plan into several steps.

The first step is that he must learn to recite the mantra silently. Moving his lips will give his opponent an advantage and affect his continuous punching. Fangfang was able to recite silently a long time ago, but it took Xiaoqiu, who had no spiritual roots and bones, a lot of time.

For a whole day, Xiaoqiu tried to recite the mantra silently while doing everything except thinking about practicing. As a result, he found that it was quite difficult to do it without a mouth. Either the mantra was ineffective due to lack of concentration, or he finally fixed something, but found that he could not help but recite it out loud.

Although he experienced many accidents, when adding grass to the stone trough in the evening of that day, Xiaoqiu still mastered the method of reciting the mantra silently and completed the simplest step.

The second step was that Xiaoqiu had to be free of thoughts when punching, and everything was based on instinctive reactions, leaving his mind to the mantra.

Xiaoqiu practiced boxing for nearly three years, at least twice a day, almost without interruption. He could make moves at will, but it was not easy to be free of thoughts during the whole process. At the beginning, he had to slow down, but he soon found that this made his mind more confused, so he sped up again and finally found a balance point, which allowed him to make moves relatively quickly without thinking about the next move.

Even so, it still took him three days to be completely free of thoughts, and one of the costs was that the power of his boxing skills decreased a lot.

In the third step, Xiaoqiu began to try to integrate silent spells into his boxing.

This step was the most critical and difficult. There was no obvious progress for several days. Therefore, when the young demon appeared again, Xiaoqiu suffered the biggest defeat so far. Under the rapid attack of the young demon, he was almost completely in a passive position. After the young demon disappeared with satisfaction, he lay on the ground for half an hour before getting up. But there were also gains. He accidentally reached the fusion state twice during the fight and even captured the figure of the young demon, but it only lasted for a moment.

Xiaoqiu was inevitably a little frustrated that night, but when he was practicing boxing early the next morning, Xiaoqiu suddenly found that he seemed to have found a little trick. After practicing the thirty-six moves of the Goddess Bone Forging Fist, he could recite the spell in his heart for more than ten moves.

He realized that it was not enough to practice alone, and there must be an opponent.

In the uninhabited valley, Xiaoqiu could only focus on the herd of horses.

Now the horses have gotten used to Xiaoqiu's presence and his dominant position. They don't attack him when they see him coming, and some even snort to welcome him.

Xiaoqiu looked at them one by one. The leading black horse was too strong, and his half-baked new boxing skills would definitely not be able to deal with it. The other adult horses were also difficult. He walked to the young foal, touched its neck and said, "It's boring to eat grass every day. Let's play a game."

The foal neighed happily and jumped in front of and behind Xiaoqiu. Xiaoqiu assured the foal's parents, "It's just a game. It won't cause any harm."

On the green grass, the foal ran in front, and Xiaoqiu chased behind and punched in the air. With a target, the progress was indeed faster. The spells thrown by the fists had an effect several times, but the effect was very weak. The foal's limbs were just slightly stiff, and it ran as usual in an instant.

The foals soon disliked the game, so Xiaoqiu had to choose adult horses with bad tempers to practice. When they all disliked it, he coaxed black horses to be his targets. After three days, the whole herd ran away when they saw him, and only approached Xiaoqiu at night when they were eating night food.

At the critical moment, the bay horse stepped forward. Its body had almost recovered, and it also understood the rules of the game. It ran around Xiaoqiu, occasionally attacking with its hind hooves, trying to provide Xiaoqiu with the feeling of the enemy, and didn't care about the increasingly frequent stiffness.

Day by day, Xiaoqiu slowly mastered the fusion method. Although the power was still weak and could only affect about five or six feet, he felt that there was light ahead.

The herd also found that this was really just a game, so they rejoined and circled around Xiaoqiu together. More than a dozen heavy hooves flew up and down, doubling the power. The variegated foals even liked the feeling of having their limbs tied up, and every time they were hit, they neighed happily.

Xiaoqiu went back to Zhiyong Institute to collect supplies for the second time. She looked refreshed, which surprised Daliang Shen Xiuming.

"Is herding horses so interesting? You are happier than when you were practicing in Yangshen Peak. You are born to herd horses. Zhang Lingsheng did a good thing this time. Alas, when can I start to learn to grow herbs? I have observed for a few days. This is the only line in Zhiyong Institute that is considered a real skill."

Xiaoqiu laughed, "Has anyone bullied you these days?"

Daliang smiled and shook his head, "Who dares? Everyone knows that I am your good friend. Zhou Ping even gave me gifts. But I didn't take them. His things were not legitimate. Maybe they will cause trouble in the future."

Before Xiaoqiu left, she went to find Zhou Ping and others. They were extremely afraid of Xiaoqiu and repeatedly promised that they would definitely get the few things I wanted within two months. "Don't worry, we are in contact. We have already It’s a bit confusing.”

Xiaoqiu walked to the end of the village and passed by the residence of her mother Yang Qingyin. From a distance, she saw her and several disciples competing in a handstand walking competition. There were men and women, and they didn't recognize them.

"I don't use magic, I can still walk faster than you." Yang Qingyin's tone was unfeminine and bold, "Come on, I'll bet a silver coin, whoever wins will take it, and the loser will kowtow to me."

Xiaoqiu stopped when she heard the word "Ginso".

Several people in the yard were all eager to try it. One silver soul was equivalent to at least one thousand taels of silver, and no one could help but be tempted.

"Use a little magic and you lose." A young man with a face turned red from the cold shouted.

"Of course. If I lose, in addition to giving you a silver soul, I will also kowtow to you." Yang Qingyin's face showed no signs of being frozen. She took out a piece of red rope and tied her loose hair casually. Tie up.

She turned around and saw Xiaoqiu and asked, "Do you want to participate?"

Xiaoqiu shook her head.

"Then get away." I said coldly, not welcoming the audience at all.

Xiaoqiu took a step to leave, and faintly heard a mocking laugh coming from behind: "Ha, Mu Xingqiu, who is known as the best fighter, turns out to be a good boy in front of me!"

These words did not affect Xiaoqiu, and the creaking footsteps were not disruptive at all. He knew that now was not the time to compete with Yang Qingyin.

The days in the valley were still monotonous, but Xiaoqiu lived them with gusto. He felt that there was not enough time for him to practice new boxing techniques in addition to normal practice.

A few days later, Xiaoqiu deliberately chose an open grassland to wait for the little devil to appear.

At the second watch, the little devil appeared on time. It seemed to have been looking forward to this moment for a long time. The expression on its ugly face seemed to be excitement or anger, and it made a short and high-pitched clicking sound.

The young demon's tactics did not change. He was still circling Xiaoqiu quickly, dodging spells and waiting for an opportunity to attack.

The siege of more than a dozen horses was no match for this little devil. Xiaoqiu stood firmly on the grass, concentrating and not going around with the devil, but concentrating on boxing.

In the first ten moves, Xiaoqiu still received a few solid blows, but starting from the eleventh move, the combined spells and boxing skills finally began to show their power, and the young demon was hit three times from the air!

Its resistance to the spell was much weaker than that of the horse in the valley, and it paused three times. Although each time did not last long, it only took the blink of an eye, but its circling tactics were greatly affected. After a while, it was trapped in a fan-shaped area by Xiaoqiu, and had to use faster speed to avoid the attack.

Xiao Qiu never punched the horses hard, but she showed no mercy to the young demons. The young demons were still seven or eight feet away from Xiao Qiu at first. Every time they received the effect of a spell, the distance was shortened a little, forty or fifty. After the move, it entered Xiaoqiu's arm range and began to be beaten while being affected by the spell.

It's a pity that Xiaoqiu couldn't enjoy it. The young demon only took one heavy punch and disappeared out of thin air.

Xiaoqiu laughed twice and felt extremely comfortable. In the past, whether he was boxing or using spells alone, he would be extremely tired afterwards. However, this time he was not too tired. He felt that he still had enough energy left, so he practiced boxing again and then went into the pond. Take a bath and go ashore naked to think.

In this deserted valley, he was almost used to not wearing any clothes.

When he ended his thoughts and opened his eyes, he never imagined that someone would be staring at him, and it was a woman.

Although the night was dark, the man was still on the other side of the pond. His facial features were blurred, but his disheveled appearance could only be that of my mother, Yang Qingyin.

Yang Qingyin on the other side sneered disdainfully, "What haven't I seen before? I didn't even scream, why are you so panicked?"

Xiaoqiu quickly put on her clothes, calmed down and turned around: "I don't think I invited you over."

"Haha. www.anh.c" Yang Qingyin jumped up, flew lightly across the pond, and landed ten steps away from Xiaoqiu. Her posture was calm and she landed silently. The kind of ethereal feeling that people who have never learned magic will never understand Can't do it.

"Your boxing technique is very weird. It seems to be a bone-forging fist. But the bone-forging fist cannot have such power. What kind of boxing is this?"

"This is - Mei Xin Fist." Xiao Qiu said it smoothly, combining Mei Chuanan and Nian Xinke, feeling that it was very appropriate and very satisfying.

"Meixin Fist? Never heard of it. Let's have a fight."

"Why?"

"It's boring, and I know you are not convinced. I have to convince you, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable." Yang Qingyin yawned, "I have wanted to deal with you for a long time, but your boxing skills a few days ago were too bad. It's not cool, I just waited a few more days, and finally it's interesting today - are you pretending to fight with the enemy so hard? "

"Have you been spying on me?" Xiaoqiu was not only angry, but also very vigilant. This woman was a relative of Yang Baozhen.

"Tch, why should I spy on you? I come here every night to take a look. You just didn't notice it yourself."

Xiaoqiu decided to wear clothes all the time from now on, "Please tell me."

Yang Qingyin moved her legs and feet, and raised her right arm casually, with her thumb and ring finger touching each other, and the other three fingers straightened. This is not only a Taoist ritual, but also the most basic Taoist fire technique.

Yang Qingyin did not salute.

In the dark night, a clearly visible line of fire shot towards Xiao Qiu's left chest.

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