Chapter 4 The Boat Has Passed Through Thousands of Mountains! [Please Collect]

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Wei Hong began to try to practice the "Thirteen Postures of the Tiger" on his own!

He shook his hands and threw his body forward to the ground, stumbling into the posture of a tiger descending the mountain in the first posture, trying to recall the key points of Li Daniu's practice just now.

"Spread your left hand further and retract your right foot!"

"Remember the key points of breathing: three fast and one slow..."

"Small shakes of the neck, shoulder blades, and waist muscles, imitating the ferocious look of a tiger preparing to go down the mountain..."

Li Daniu was patiently giving guidance.

Wei Hong took a deep breath and gradually adjusted his posture.

A tiger-like growl came from his throat, and he kept imagining that he was a tiger descending from the mountain.

Thanks to watching many wilderness documentaries in my previous life.

He could actually imagine the tiger's every move, so it was much easier for him to learn it for the first time than for ordinary people, and he could already learn it in a few moments.

"Not bad!" Li Daniu said in surprise: "You are really a genius. You were so lifelike in the first practice. You are much better than me!"

The swordsmen around also cast surprised glances.

Obviously, he also saw Wei Hong's good qualities and subconsciously thought that he was a person with extraordinary talents.

But in fact, only Wei Hong knew that he was not a genius, he was just a little more knowledgeable than the average person. After all, it was not easy for ordinary people in this era to see a tiger.

"call!"

"call!"

Soon!

Wei Hong felt the difficulty of practicing this pile skill.

This kind of pile work is somewhat similar to plank support. It requires many fine muscles in the whole body to work together, so that physical strength is exhausted very quickly.

Coupled with Wei Hong's thin body, after only ten breaths, he was already shaking, his muscles were sore, and his breathing was disordered. He couldn't help but collapse to the ground, gasping for breath from exhaustion.

"Hahaha! That's it?"

"I thought you were so capable!"

There was a burst of laughter from all around.

Li Daniu comforted him in an embarrassed whisper: "It's okay. You're still weak. Just take care of yourself for a while."

Wei Hong smiled and was not discouraged.

He grew up in a slum where he suffered from chronic hunger.

After working for most of the day, I am already exhausted. It is normal to not be able to finish the first pose.

As Li Daniu said, just keep it longer!

Although the butcher shop is a bit hard and tiring, there is plenty of food, oil and water.

I believe that his thin body will be strong in less than half a month, and then he will be able to train as hard as others.

Now he can only simply familiarize himself with the thirteen movements and imitate and memorize them over and over again. He does not expect to be able to temper his body muscles immediately, but only wants to master this set of exercises as quickly as possible.

However, even simple exercises caused Wei Hong to suffer a lot.

He lay tired on the ground again and again, his whole body was sore and unbearable, and his clothes were soaked with sweat as if they had just been fished out of the water. Li Daniu was frightened to see him.

"Stop practicing!" Li Daniu couldn't help but persuaded again and again: "The pile exercise consumes energy and blood and exercises the whole body. If the body is not strong enough to practice it forcefully, it will only break down the body."

"I know it well, don't worry, Brother Daniu!"

Wei Hong continued to practice stubbornly, refusing to give up even though his hands and feet were shaking.

After all, with the existence of Golden Finger, he didn't worry about his body being broken down by training. Anyway, as long as he absorbed vitality, he could replenish his energy and blood, repair his hidden wounds, and strengthen his body, so he just wanted to seize as much time as possible to become stronger.

After some exercise, Wei Hong almost fainted from exhaustion several times.

I practiced until my body couldn't bear it anymore, and then I decisively added 1 point of vitality to the health panel!

"bite!"

A warm energy began to sweep through my body.

It was as if Wei Hong had taken a big tonic. His sore and tired muscles were quickly relieved, and his long-depleted strength was quickly restored.

"It's cool! Keep going!"

Wei Hong excitedly started practicing pile kung fu again.

He didn't stop until he exhausted all his strength again and felt extremely hungry.

"Xiao Wei, are you hungry?" Aunt Wang couldn't bear it and said in a low voice: "There are still some broth pancakes left in the morning, and there is still a lot of chicken soup made by the young lady at noon. Do you want some?"

"Is that okay?" Wei Hong raised his eyes in surprise.

"What's wrong? It's all leftovers." Aunt Wang said enthusiastically: "Come sit in the kitchen, and Auntie will heat it up for you."

"No, no, I'll just eat something cold. Thank you Auntie!"

Wei Hong stopped being polite and sat on the kitchen stool at Aunt Wang's signal.

He scooped up a bowl of broth, grabbed a few pancakes and devoured it.

Although he was very full at noon!

But there is no oil or water in the stomach, and practicing exercises consumes a lot of money.

Therefore, the contents of the stomach have been completely digested.

He drank several large bowls of broth to relieve his hunger.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly." Aunt Wang muttered in distress: "Come here to see Auntie when you are hungry. There are a lot of leftovers in the kitchen every day. You can't lose your stomach while practicing martial arts."

"Thank you, aunt!"

Wei Hong smiled gratefully, with waves of warmth flashing through his heart.

Although the knifemen at the butcher shop disdain to work with him, whether it is Zhu Sihai's help, Li Dali's guidance, or Aunt Wang's love, they are all worthy of his gratitude.

It's a pity that these meals can't be taken home, otherwise grandpa would be able to eat enough.

After eating and drinking, Wei Hong did not continue to practice the "Thirteen Postures of the Tiger", but endured the fatigue and started to help Aunt Wang with her work. He was very busy washing dishes and sweeping the floor.

He knew that he must not sit down to rest when his muscles were sore!

Otherwise, his hands and feet would be so painful that he couldn't even move after a night.

Doing some work within his ability at this time can relax his muscles.

It was not until 3:45 pm that the butcher shop finally closed.

Wei Hong breathed a sigh of relief. When he dragged his tired body to go home, Zhu Sihai, who was sitting at the door smoking a pipe, blew a smoke ring and said indifferently: "Wait, take these scraps back."

Follow his line of sight!

There was indeed half a pig lung left on the meat stall, tied with a straw.

"Thank you, Uncle Sihai!"

Wei Hong was not polite and picked it up directly.

The self-esteem of the poor is not worth much. Since he has received the other party's favor, he will not think that Zhu Sihai is insulting him with half a pig lung. He is just grateful.

"You kid!" Zhu Sihai laughed dumbly: "Go away, come early tomorrow!"

Wei Hong smiled and nodded, turned around and walked towards the slums.

Shuttling through the bustling streets of Shendu, he felt a little lighter.

For sixteen years, he has been trembling with fear, even if he has a golden finger, he dare not reveal it, for fear that he will be targeted by someone if he is not careful.

After all, in this huge capital, anyone has the ability to crush him to death.

Fortunately, he has survived the weakest period, and I believe that life will get better day by day.

"The light boat has passed, and the mountains are thousands of mountains!" Wei Hong curled his lips and murmured.