Although the exercises are different and the levels are different, before practicing the body and derive the true qi, they are generally divided into four realms: gathering strength, practicing tendons, forging bones, and whispering. The young man is in the realm of practicing tendons.

At this time, it was afternoon, and the sun was tight. The boy was practicing boxing at the bottom of the river, and went out to breathe, back and forth dozens of times. It was not until the sun sets westward that he finished his practice.

The boy who had finished his practice was not in a hurry to leave the heart of the river. Instead, he dived deep into the bottom of the river, retrieved his snakeskin pocket hidden at the bottom of the river, and then swam upstream like a swimming fish.

The Mengshui River passes around the north of Kaoyuan Mountain, with cliffs on both sides, known as the Ghost Crying Gorge. In addition, the water flow is more than twice as fast as the river behind Kaoyuan Mountain. Even the most experienced fisherman and shipwreck dare not go deep into the Mengshui River in Kaoyuan Mountain.

However, the young man was obviously very familiar with this place. He went deep into the bottom of the river, avoiding the rocks and mud washed by the upper stream, and occasionally exposed the river to breathe. It was not until the sun was left with only a trace of light that he arrived at where he finally wanted to go.

After seeing the position, the boy took a deep breath. This breath was longer than the breath stored when practicing boxing. A fierce man plunged into the dark vortex under the side wall of the river and disappeared.

The whirlpool is actually an underground river passage!

After about a stick of incense, the boy finally emerged from the vortex again. He was caught in his hand in the empty snakeskin pocket that was originally hung around his waist, and there were even a few purple and golden fish.

If the knowledgeable fishermen on the Mengshui River saw these little purple gold fish, they would definitely scream, because these little fish are the strange fishes that are almost Jedi in the Mengshui River, the Monroe fish!

Monroe is called a fish, but in fact it is a kind of grass. It grows in the Mengshui River and is an extremely expensive medicinal herb.

After coming out from the Ghost Crying Gorge between the cliffs north of Jiyuan Mountain, the boy found the place where he hid his clothes and took his clothes, and then ran down the river bank.

The village where the young man lives is called Hanjia Village, which is located on the bank of Mengshui River in southwest of Shiyuanshan. More than 70 families in the village are one of the few big villages around, and they make a living by fishing and hunting for generations.

The boy had excellent feet. When he arrived at the village, the sky was just dark, and the village faintly emitted a little light.

"Brother Shang, have you found Monroe today?"

When the fishermen returned from fishing saw the boy, they all showed envious eyes. It was no secret that this boy named Zhang Yang was able to find the almost extinct Monroe fish in the Mengshui River. It was just that Zhang Yang, who practiced martial arts since childhood, was afraid of the huge force, so no one had any wrong ideas.

“It’s so easy to catch there.”

Zhang Yang had something to do, but he didn't ignore these villagers. He replied and walked towards the two courtyards northwest of the village.

"Uncle Husheng, I'm back!" With Zhang Yang's voice, a dark-skinned middle-aged man walked out of the yard next to him.

"Xiao Shang, why is it so late today?" The middle-aged man named Han Husheng, who is Zhang Yang's neighbor.

Zhang Yang lost his parents since childhood, and thanks to Han Husheng's support, he survived. Han Husheng was also a miserable person. He came and went through the wind, worked hard to fish, earned a family business, got married and had children. But a few years later, his wife died, leaving behind a daughter, Han Shuniang. It was just that the poor man had a poor life. Han Shuniang suffered from blood disease at the age of fifteen and died of weak blood. Han Husheng wasted his life, leaving only the lonely family, and only complained about the impermanence of the world.

"I went to Guixuexia today." Zhang Yang grabbed the pocket behind him and showed his way to Han Husheng. "But I'm almost caught this Monroe fish, and it's hard to catch it again in the future."

"That's fine, Guixuexia is too dangerous." Han Husheng and Zhang Yang walked into the courtyard gate together, their faces full of worry, "A few days ago, I heard that someone was accidentally rushed into Guixuexia in the upstream and was smashed into meat sauce by rocks!"

The two entered the door, Zhang Yang put the snakeskin pocket aside, looked at the food on the table, and did not wash their hands. He grabbed the steamed bun and chewed it. He was obviously hungry.

"Uncle Husheng, I'll go to Shinji Mountain tomorrow and get some medicinal materials." Zhang Yang muttered while eating, "You can help me find someone to sell these three-tailed Monroe."

"There are many insects on the mountain. Some people saw tigers appearing a few days ago. Xiao Shang, you have to be careful." Han Husheng knew that Zhang Yang had practiced martial arts. Although he was worried, he did not stop him. He just advised him carefully.

"It's okay if I can't touch those tigers, but I happened to kill them and get a winter robe for Uncle Husheng!" Zhang Yang pulled out the food a few times, "Uncle Husheng, I'll go back to make medicine."

Back at his yard, Zhang Yang cleaned up a little, lit the oil lamp, and took out two thread-bound books from under the pillow. The lights were shining. One book was written on "Splitting the Stele Hand" and the other book was written on "Medical Medicinal Miscellaneous Views".

"I worked hard for six years and finally reached the fifth level of the Monument Rifting Hand and reached the level of martial arts practice."

Zhang Yang stretched out his arm, and with force, meridian tendons burst out from his arm, connecting the muscles of the whole body.

"Usually, these meridian tendons are hidden in the muscles and connecting the muscles to the bones, which is of no use. However, when the muscles are cultivated to the extreme and reach the peak of concentration, these meridian tendons will appear. When the fist is used every time, it will be like a pounding iron tool, and it will be tempered into steel. Finally, through the meridian tendons of the whole body, the whole body is connected into a line to form strength!"

Zhang Yang seemed to sigh, and seemed to regret, "This Monument-Splitting Hand is just a second-rate martial art. His skills are very ordinary, and there is no unique method of training. He can only follow the steps, step by step, little by little, otherwise my cultivation speed will be faster."

He opened the thread-bound book of the slit-stem hand, Zhang Yang carefully read the sixth level of the slit-stem hand technique with the light, and experienced the practice methods and martial arts techniques described in it, and secretly felt it in his heart.

"This Monuli Slitting Hand is a second-rate martial art. That's because its practice is extremely hard. Although its moves are extremely powerful and not inferior to first-rate martial arts, there is no surprising physical practice method. It has extremely limited help to advance the martial arts realm. It is only seven levels. Even if the strength is perfect, it is just the peak of muscle training. There is no description of how to forge bones, so it is divided into second-rate martial arts. However, my father was just a guard at the beginning, and it was a great blessing to be able to obtain second-rate martial arts." Zhang Yang calmed down, picked up the medicine and saw miscellaneous things, took off his clothes, and entered the medicine barrel he had just prepared.

This stele-breaking hand is Zhang Yang's family-born martial arts, and was left by Zhang Yang's father Han Chengyi.

Zhang Yang and his son were not originally from Hanjia Village, but moved here more than ten years ago. Because they were both from the Han family, Han Chengyi worked as a escort in Youzhou City. Although the Monument Split Master is a second-rate martial arts, he practiced him to the seventh level, only one step away from becoming a master of bone-making realm. He is already an amazing figure in this small countryside, so his life is stable.
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