In the early morning, the thin white mist shrouded the top of the back mountain. After a long time, the light wind blew, and suddenly brought a dull sound of contact.

In a secluded grove on the back of the mountain, Xiao Yan's feet are like stumps, his toes are firmly on the ground, his teeth are clenched, his forehead is cold and sweaty, and his naked body wearing only a pair of shorts is covered with blue bruises.

Behind Xiao Yan, Yao Lao, who is in a state of soul, is sitting on a huge stone. At this moment, he is looking at Xiao Yan with a solemn face and a gentle wave of his hand.

With the waving of old Yao's palm, the air fluctuated slightly, and a pale red fighting spirit burst out of old Yao's palm. Finally, it hit Xiao Yan's shoulder like a whip, leaving a long blue bruise.

The corner of his mouth trembled violently, and he took a breath of cold air between his teeth. Xiao Yan felt that his shoulder seemed to be numb suddenly, and bursts of fiery pain went straight into his heart. Under this intense pain, Xiao Yan even felt a little soft on his toes, and almost fell down

After the intense pain, it is the tiny fighting Qi that rapidly passes through the body. Under the stimulation of the pain, the fighting Qi seems to be more energetic than usual. It flows happily through the veins and acupoints at the shoulder. It is warm and cool, slowly infiltrates into the skeletal muscle, and quietly strengthens

"Come again!" The pain on his shoulder gradually faded, but Xiao Yan's young face was full of persistence and stubbornness, biting his teeth.

Looking at Xiao Yan, who gritted his teeth and insisted on striking, yaolao squeezed out a happy smile on his dry old face, nodded slightly, and the pale red fighting spirit in his palm shot out again.

"BAM, BAM, BAM..." in the small woods, a series of stuffy sounds and low grunts mixed with painful sounds were heard one after another

Old Yao was very careful. Every attack just reached the critical point that Xiao Yan's body can bear. In that way, Xiao Yan will not be seriously injured, but will also feel real pain.

Xiao Yan's small face was almost distorted by the kind of penetrating pain that the fighting spirit hit on the body.

On the body, with the waving of the old medicine palm, there are more and more bruises

"Bang!" It was another shot of fighting spirit. The Xiao Yan, like a wooden stake, finally reached the limit that he could bear. His legs softened and he collapsed.

After gasping violently for a long time, Xiao Yan wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead, raised his head, and said with a hard smile: "teacher, how is it?"

"It's very good. Today, I received 84 fighting lashes, which is much better than the nine lashes a month and a half ago..." old Yao nodded with a smile on his face. In his old eyes, there was an imperceptible surprise. In the past month and a half, Xiao Yan's toughness was beyond his expectation. For example, today, he thought that 70 fighting lashes were the limit of Xiao Yan, but the latter, But he persisted to the eighty fourth time, which really made him have to sigh the little guy's endurance.

Listening to the words of old Yao, Xiao Yan breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He sat down on the mud and rested for a long time. After his body regained consciousness, he slowly climbed up, took off his clothes from the stone beside him and put them on.

When wearing clothes, the cool cloth touched the bruise, which naturally made Xiao Yan show his teeth.

The transparent body twisted, and the medicine aged into the black ring, leaving a word of concern that has been said many times: "go back and soak your body with Zhuji Lingye, or the residual blood in your body will seriously hurt you!"

He nodded clearly. Xiao Yan, who was wearing clothes and pants, walked slowly down the mountain.

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Back to the hut, Xiao Yan, who could not bear the pain, quickly closed the doors and windows, then took off his clothes again, and jumped into the wooden basin with blue water

The cold blue water stained the skin full of bruises. Xiao Yan immediately took a few deep breaths of cool air, which made him close his eyes slowly and lay upright in the wooden basin without moving.

Xiao Yan leaned softly against the edge of the wooden basin, breathing rapidly, and gradually stabilized. Finally, the low snoring voice came out from his nose. After a painful ordeal, Xiao Yan finally could not bear the dual fatigue of spirit and sex, and went to sleep.

During Xiao Yan's sleep, the cyan water slightly swayed, and the slightest gentle energy crept into Xiao Yan's body along the slightly opened pores all over his body, washing away the ferocious bruises. At the same time, it constantly added vitality and constantly strengthened the * * that had reached the limit

Sleeping continues, and strengthening is also going on unconsciously.

While strengthening and repairing Xiao Yan's * *, the blue water in the wooden basin is gradually fading. Obviously, the medicine contained in the water is about to be squandered by Xiao Yan.

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I don't know how long I slept in this sleep. Xiao Yan only remembered that when he woke up, the hot sun had already made the room very bright.

After stretching lazily, the bones of his whole body suddenly crackled. He raised his head and felt the unspeakable vitality and fullness of his whole body. Xiao Yan could not help but lose his voice: "how cool!"

Standing up from the wooden basin, Xiao Yan was suddenly shocked. He found that the originally blue water in the basin had turned completely into clear water.

"Has the medicine been absorbed?" Touching his nose, Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly. Suddenly he seemed to think of something. He closed his eyes slowly with some joy and carefully sensed the state of fighting Qi in his body.

After a moment, Xiao Yan opened her eyes, held her hands slightly, and in her gentle laughter, she could not hide her surprise: "finally, the fifth section of fighting Qi!"