The autumn sun was a little lazy. In the Zhenshan Boxing Dojo, Zhou Fu was practicing the Zhenshan Fist non-stop.
With the help of the Wisdom King Scripture and his personal cultivation experience, he improved rapidly. Almost every time he practiced, he was better than before.
In the beginning, Zhou Fu's improvement shocked the people in the boxing dojo.
Ding Hou, who was calmer, didn't think much of it at first. He thought that with Zhou Fu's background, he would definitely improve faster than the others. After all, he had so many resources behind him.
However, after ten days, the other students in the boxing dojo were calm, but Ding Hou was shocked.
It wasn't a problem to improve quickly in the beginning. After all, he had just started practicing.
But after he was familiar with it, it was his body's habit of exerting force. He had to coordinate it with the fist technique. The two would harmonize and finally stimulate the 'force'.
After the fist technique had reached a certain level of proficiency, it would be very difficult to improve further unless it was a sudden epiphany.
However, that kind of state could only be found by chance. It could only be perfected by diligent practice every day.
Not only did it consume physical and mental strength, but it also consumed mental and physical strength.
After all, he had to use his heart to feel every time he practiced the fist technique.
"It must be fake!
Ten days!
Ten days is almost catching up to me, who has been practicing for decades.
Is there really such a thing as a genius in this world?
Isn't that stuff from books? "
It had been fifteen days since Zhou Fu joined the boxing dojo, which was half a month.
In this half a month, Zhou Fu's Zhenshan Fist had grown from a newbie to the number one in the boxing dojo, excluding Ding Hou.
Moreover, from Zhou Fu's movements, he was simply imitating Ding Hou's previous practice. The strength, rhythm, breathing, and even the charm were all highly similar.
When Ding Hou thought that Zhou Fu was only imitating him, Zhou Fu's fist technique changed again. This time, it had a little of his personal understanding, which was completely different from Ding Hou's.
Seeing this, Ding Hou took a deep breath and picked up the freshly brewed tea. He didn't care if it was boiling hot or not, he drank it in one gulp.
"Why can't he be my successor?"
Seeing a genius standing in front of him and learning his fist technique, he couldn't help but sigh.
However, the other party was not his core disciple. This kind of feeling made him extremely uncomfortable!
His heart and liver felt unbearable.
"Should I remind him of the key points of the last four moves?
That way, he will be able to directly cultivate the 'Force'. "
As soon as this thought appeared, Ding Hou was shocked by his own thoughts.
"No!
No!
Although I, Ding Zhenshan, am not strong, I still have to protect my bottom line. "
However, another voice rang out in his mind, "Don't hold on any longer. Once you die, who will inherit the" Mountain Suppressing Fist "?
Qian Yong? "
Ding Hou turned to look at Qian Yong, only to see that he was also staring at Zhou Fu. His eyes were wide open as he muttered something under his breath.
"Is he reliable?" That voice said again. His tone was very disdainful. It could be said that he was quite arrogant.
Unreliable!
With Zhou Fu as a comparison, Ding Hou instantly gave the answer in his heart.
"You still want to rely on your half-baked son to Ding Chuan?"
This time, Ding Hou did not even need to think. He directly retorted.
If Ding Chuan was reliable and could inherit his mantle, he would not have given part of the core technique and the breathing technique to Qian Yong.
He even let Qian Yong look at the foundation of the "Mountain Suppressing Fist", the "Thousand Mountains Painting".
However, it was also at that time that Ding Hou realized that some people were just stupid.
At that time, Qian Yong stared at the "Thousand Mountains Painting" for an hour before finally falling asleep.
Ding Hou was so angry that he directly pinned Qian Yong down and gave him a good beating.
"Sigh!
Humans really can't be compared! "Ding Hou sighed and said directly.
"Compared to what?"
Ding Chuan came out.
Ding Hou rolled his eyes and said, "Get lost!"
"Okay!"
A small cloud of dust rose on the road. Ding Chuan's figure disappeared outside the door.
Suck!
A gust of cold air entered his body, suppressing the anger in Ding Hou's heart.
Tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps sounded.
"Master, these tea leaves are okay, right?
I'll bring you some later. "Zhou Fu walked over with a smile on his face.
Ding Hou was also happy. No matter what, Zhou Fu was still a member of the martial arts club. Although he was not a core disciple, he was still a disciple.
"Hahahaha, good!
This expensive tea is indeed different. It leaves a fragrance in my mouth. "
"As long as you like it."
Zhou Fu paused and said, "I feel that there are still some areas that I need to improve today, but my body can't take it anymore. I'll go back first."
"Practicing martial arts requires a certain amount of relaxation. You've been too anxious recently. Take it slow.
Remember, as long as you persist, you will gain something.
It's even more so when practicing martial arts. Go back and rest today. "
"Thank you for your advice, Master. See you tomorrow." After saying that, Zhou Fu turned and left the martial arts club.
Looking at Zhou Fu's disappearing figure, Ding Hou muttered, "Damn it, if you don't relax, you'll finish your apprenticeship soon. What can I teach you? It's so scary."
"Master, what's scary?"
A cold voice suddenly rang out beside him, scaring Ding Hou so much that he almost slapped the person in front of him.
"What are you doing? Why are you here instead of practicing your martial arts?" Ding Hou said angrily.
Qian Yong shrank back and smiled awkwardly. He whispered, "Master, did you notice? That Junior Brother Zhou is practicing better than me now."
Oh, he found it out himself!
Ding Hou looked at him with a faint smile and said, "Since you know, why aren't you practicing hard?"
"This …" Qian Yong's face showed a difficult expression. He stammered, "Master, that … I want to know, did you say something to Junior Brother Zhou?
How did he improve so quickly? "
"You saw it too. I've been practicing for five years. Apart from the days when I was running darts outside, I never stopped."
Ding Hou's expression calmed down, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings. He could not find a word to describe the feeling.
After a moment of silence, he slowly opened his mouth and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Qian Yong's expression also darkened. His smile disappeared and he became serious. He looked straight into Ding Hou's eyes and asked, "Master, I've been practicing with you for five years.
More than 1,800 days and nights. Was all this effort in vain?
Zhou Fu has only been here for a dozen days. Do you think it's normal for him to improve so quickly? "
Ding Hou's tone became strange. "Do you think I've taught Zhou Fu something in private?"
"No?" Qian Yong asked.
"Do you think so?" Ding Hou returned to the topic.
Qian Yong was silent. Ding Hou also did not speak. The atmosphere between the two slowly became oppressive.
After a while, Qian Yong said in a calm tone, "If Master says no, then no. It's your disciple's heart that was confused.
I shouldn't have doubted Master. Please punish me. "
With that, Qian Yong knelt down with a thump.
At this time, the students in the courtyard all turned their heads to look. They wanted to know what had happened and why their Eldest Senior Brother had suddenly knelt down in front of their Master.
"Continue to practice. Don't be lazy."
The disciples trembled and hurriedly said, "Yes, Master."
Then they turned around and continued to practice. However, they all pricked up their ears and tried to listen. Even the sound of training was much quieter.
Ding Hou also noticed this change, but he did not say anything.
It was good to let them listen to what had happened today. It would prevent gossip from spreading. It would be a big deal if the people in the boxing club changed their minds.
"Get up first."
"Yes. Thank you, Master."
"Sit."
"I don't dare."
"There's nothing to be afraid of. Sit down."
"This … Yes!"
Qian Yong sat down. At this time, he was actually a little nervous.
Ding Hou poured a cup of tea for Qian Yong, and then poured a cup for himself.
Then he said, "It's normal for you to have such thoughts. Now I'm also shocked by Zhou Fu's talent."
"Don't be surprised. It's talent.
Before I met Zhou Fu, I always sneered at this stuff. I felt that this kind of thing was only available to storytellers in teahouses and restaurants.
Now, it's my lack of knowledge. "
"You want to ask me what I said to Zhou Fu that day. Is it different from yours?
If I say no now, would you believe me? "Ding Hou looked at Qian Yong with a smile.
"I believe you. Of course I believe you."
Qian Yong trembled and hurriedly said. However, no one knew what he was thinking and whether he believed it or not.
Ding Hou did not dwell on this matter and continued, "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not.
That day, I passed the incantation to Zhou Fu and taught him some of the essentials. You have all experienced these things.
By the way, I didn't teach the last four moves, but I told him about it. It was exactly the same as the first time I passed the incantation to you. "
"Of course, there are also differences."
As soon as this sentence was said, the courtyard quieted down.
Everyone looked at Ding Hou, wanting him to give an explanation.
After all, these people had been in the sect for a long time. Why did Ding Hou care so much for someone who called him "Club Master"? He actually passed on more things.
Ding Hou's gaze swept around and sneered, full of disdain.
"Don't be unconvinced. I told Zhou Fu about the 'force' in the fist technique, but I didn't teach him the cultivation method. I only told him about my cultivation experience.
Regarding this point, as long as you meet the requirements to cultivate 'force', I will pass it on to everyone. "
"It has been more than 40 years since I took over this boxing club from my father. In these years, there have been 12 martial practitioners who have cultivated 'force'. You can check and ask!"
"Other than that, there is nothing else."
"Master, it's not that disciple is oversensitive, but Zhou Fu's fist technique moves and temperament are exactly the same as when you are boxing." Qian Yong's eyes were somewhat unwilling to accept this.
At this moment, he even somewhat hoped that Ding Hou would admit that he had taught Zhou Fu something in private. Otherwise, what was his five years of persistence!
Was this a joke?
"You don't need to say it. I can see it."
Ding Hou shook his head and sighed.
"Until the second to last time, his movements were exactly the same as when I was practicing. Not to mention you, even I don't believe that Zhou Fu only saw it once and remembered it."
"However, there are some things that you can't not believe. Normally, you are the last to leave and the first to come during the day.
Have you ever seen Zhou Fu come here before you? "
Qian Yong lowered his head, his voice was somewhat hoarse. "No!
But … that Zhou Fu has such talent and such a deep background. Why did he come here to learn fist techniques?
Doesn't he know inner strength?
Even if he is as strong as Master, he can't beat an expert at the third level of Bone Forging. "
Ding Hou's face darkened. He was actually exposed in front of everyone by his eldest disciple. His heart immediately burned with anger.
"You will have to ask Zhou Fu about this."
After saying this, Ding Hou lay down on the chair and grabbed the teapot. His eyes were half closed and he looked like he was about to fall asleep.
Qian Yong sat for a while and said, "Thank you Master for clearing my doubts. Today, I was blinded. I hope Master won't blame me."
After saying this, he stood up and walked to the side to begin practicing.
When the other disciples in the martial arts hall saw Qian Yong like this, they hurriedly got to work.
Ding Hou glanced at Qian Yong. 《Mountain Subduing Fist》 had already lost all its charm in his hands. It was obvious that he was absent-minded.
Practicing like this would not only have no effect, but would also harm the body.
After all, practicing fist techniques required the activation of Qi and blood. Qi and blood could not be circulated carelessly.
"Ha!
Five years. Who would have thought, who would have thought … "
… …
After Zhou Fu boarded the carriage on his way home, he began to ponder. What kind of force, or rather, what kind of intent, he should cultivate?
On this day at the Mountain Subduing Fist Hall, especially during these few days when he was rapidly improving his 《Mountain Subduing Fist》, he could clearly feel that Ding Hou wanted to guide him to complete the force of the Mountain Subduing Fist, which was the mountain force.
Moreover, Zhou Fu did not disappoint. He felt the threshold of the mountain force, then stood at the door and did not enter.
After all, compared to what Zhou Fu had learned, the level of 《Mountain Subduing Fist》 was too low.
After returning home, Zhou Fu went to the training field.
"《Demonic Whale Killing Fist》 is the martial art that I am most familiar with, followed by 《Adamantine Battle Body》. This martial art's foundation is 《Art of Copper Armor》 and 《Secret Manual of Iron Bones》.
If I were to cultivate this martial art, I would have to choose one that I would focus on. "
After pondering for a long time, Zhou Fu finally decided to cultivate 《Demonic Whale Killing Fist》.
He raised his hand!
He punched!
After punching, Zhou Fu felt a cool sensation between his eyebrows. The black mist rising from his feet and the faint blood-red glow in his body instantly dissipated.
"That's not right!
The martial art that I am most familiar with should be 《Wisdom King Scripture》! "Zhou Fu's eyes widened." Have I lost my mind?
I can't believe I am using a demonic martial art to cultivate force. If I were to cultivate this thing too deeply, there would definitely be a big problem. "
Thinking of this, Zhou Fu only felt a wave of fear. There was definitely something wrong with his thoughts just now.
"I've really seen a ghost."
Focusing his mind, Zhou Fu's consciousness sank into his sea of consciousness and communicated with the Acala Dharma Idol.
Boom!
Boundless flames appeared behind the Dharma Idol, turning his sea of consciousness into a sea of fire.
Roar!
A sorrowful and indignant roar of a beast rang out. It was a sea of blood formed by the killing intent of 《Demonic Whale Killing Fist》.
"As expected, you really won't give up your evil intentions!" Zhou Fu sighed.