At night, the moon is coming.

Cheng Qiong was explaining to Wei Yan: These horse stances and push-ups are all about training your perseverance. Do you know who the most terrifying enemy in this world is?"

Wei Yan shook his head, looking confused.

"The biggest enemy in this world is yourself. If you want to defeat others, you must first defeat yourself." Cheng Qiong pointed to Wei Yan's heart and said word by word, with a firm look in his eyes.

"The biggest enemy in the world is yourself." Wei Yan repeated all over in confusion.

Cheng Qiong nodded and said, "So when you really defeat yourself, you can reach the level of a special warrior."

"Then Master, have you defeated yourself?" Wei Yan asked back.

"I defeated my teacher ten years ago, now..." Cheng Qiong stopped as he said that.

Wei Yan was even more puzzled when he heard this. He focused and thought carefully and seemed to understand a little.

"A person's life is divided into several stages, such as childhood, youth, youth, middle age, and old age. It is difficult to defeat himself in these stages. He is now middle-aged now, and he has no energy to defeat himself." Cheng Qiong sighed, as if he had seen some of his childhood figures from Wei Yan.

Wei Yan thought about it carefully and said with a smile: "In this way, the master defeated himself when he was young."

Cheng Qiong clicked, and the expression on his face still looked like a dead tree.

"Then how can I defeat myself?" Wei Yan asked loudly, his big black eyes staring at Cheng Qiong's face.

"Break the limits of the body and constantly surpass yourself." Cheng Qiong replied coldly.

After hearing this, Wei Yan nodded and imprinted this sentence firmly in his mind.

"Then when will I go into battle like you, Master, and accompany my father to the left." Wei Yan's little face changed and directly told him the starting point of his martial arts.

After hearing this, Cheng Qiong glanced at Yan'er and said earnestly: "Yan'er, you have to remember that the first purpose of learning martial arts is not to go to battle and kill the enemy."

"What's that for?" Wei Yan said suspiciously.

"The first purpose of practicing martial arts is to strengthen your body and prolong your life. You must remember this, do you know?" Cheng Qiong said with a vocal word.

"Yan'er has written it down"

"We martial arts practitioners should have a positive spirit and not rely on skills to deceive others. When encountering unfair things, take action when they take action. Do you understand?"

"Yan'er understands."

"You go to bed." Cheng Qiong looked at the bright moon in the sky, as if he had something to think about.

"Yan'er surrendered."

On this day, Wei Yan's whole body seemed to be disintegrated. He lay straight on the bed, feeling his hands and feet numb. He could even clearly feel that the muscles on his body were slowly changing at this moment. After a while, his eyelids became as heavy as lead. He fell asleep shortly after a long time. In his sleep, he dreamed that he had become the right arm of his father, and that he followed his father to fight, just like his eldest brother and second brother. At this time, he smiled sweetly...

After Yan'er left, Cheng Qiong became busy. Under the moonlight, he hung upside down the sandbags filled with yellow sand.

One, two, three...

After he finished picking up the ninth one, he stopped. He tried it in the moonlight, and then made some adjustments. The nine sandbags were round, three in the middle and six in the outer edges.

After a while, Cheng Qiong continued, "These nine sandbags are like enemies on the battlefield, and all you have to do is to try to defeat them. But how can you defeat them? One is to fight against nine and attack directly. The other is to avoid their sharp edges and let them kill each other. Just like before, you dodge those sandbags, and then they will collide themselves, and then they will gradually stop."

Wei Yan, who was beside him, nodded frequently.

"It's your turn now." Cheng Qiong said calmly at the nine sandbags.

Wei Yan looked up at the sandbags, and a cold look appeared in his eyes.

He took his thighs and within a few steps he entered the middle of the sandbag.

Wei Yan took a deep breath, then clenched his fists and slammed heavily at the sandbag.

But the sandbag just vibrated slightly and stopped casually.

When Cheng Qiong saw it, he shouted: "Concentrate all the strength of your body on your arms, and then release it all."

Following Cheng Qiong's instructions, Wei Yan hit him hard again.

This time he used all his strength, and the sandbag began to sway.

Cheng Qiong beside him shouted: "What you have to do now is to avoid its edge, concentrate all your energy, listen to all directions, and look at the six points."

Wei Yan carefully dodged back and forth, and for the first time he successfully avoided an oncoming sandbag.

At this moment, a sandbag came from behind him. Xiao Wei Yan vaguely felt it, and then began to bend down and dodge, but he was still one step late.

After a quick pounce, Wei Yan came to eat his fart. Fortunately, Cheng Qiong was careful and mixed with soft objects into these yellow sand. This blow was nothing serious for Wei Yan.

"Stand up" Cheng Qiong ordered, and his voice was like an imperial edict. After hearing this, Wei Yan gritted his teeth and stood up again.

In this way, Wei Yan fell more and more times later. But whenever he fell, he always thought of his father. It was because of this idea that he fell repeatedly.

Until Cheng Qiong said it was stopped in the end.

Wei Yan's face, sitting next to the warm water, had already changed color. He wiped the blood flowing nose with both hands, and then washed his face with the spring water.

After resting for a while, Wei Yan turned his eyes to the sandbag again. In his mind, he thought about the scenes he had just now, as if he had realized something.
Chapter completed!