Chapter 8 With a sharp sword in mind, courage arises naturally!
A simple line of words.

Nothing fancy.

I can relate to you. The abrupt end of summer has made me feel lost, like a roller coaster, with ups and downs, and then a sudden rise again!
He suddenly stood up from the bed, and because he used too much force, his leg injury was even affected. He couldn't help but let out a hiss and broke out in a cold sweat.

But at this moment he
But he completely ignored the 'pain' coming from his body.

Instead, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the "memory fragment", and then looked at it with burning eyes, carefully, fearing that there would be any omission.

really
This "heavenly book"!
Can it actually make the things of reincarnation appear real? !
"The road for Song Chaixin has been opened."

“And my way is open!”

Ji Xia's breathing was heavy.

He knew very clearly what this famous "boxing" masterpiece meant.

At this time, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, magpies were flying south, and the outer ring area of ​​Black Mountain City was quiet. Under the "curfew", no one dared to make a noise.

after all
Apart from the night patrols of the Demon Hunting Department, no one knows whether there are any demons that can dig out the hearts and lungs.

But at this moment, driven by strong emotions, Ji Xia could no longer care about so much.

He put on one side of his gray shorts, limped to his feet, picked up an oil lamp, and inhaled and exhaled in the dim courtyard.
Then, he tightly grasped the "memory fragment" in his left hand.

In an instant, the scene of Song Chai Xin practicing boxing for half a month that had been imprinted in his mind became clear as if mist had been cleared away.

The fist contained God's destiny, and the half-month results it brought were as if it happened yesterday, causing Ji Xia to clench his fist unconsciously.

Bones, blood, marrow, skin and flesh.
He was not even close to being able to reach the level of "supernormal" when these warriors stepped into it.

All he can rely on is a mortal body that has been trained for many years, weathered by the frost, and able to adapt to all kinds of bad weather.

Even if he faces any official or warrior with only rudimentary martial arts skills.
They all died on the spot, no surprises!

But this is the case.
From today onwards, it will have to be rewritten.

The memory fragments that recorded the famous boxing manual 'Meteor Chasing the Moon Boxing Manual' turned into streams of light and disappeared without a trace from Ji Xia's palm.

Then the young man's eyes became stern, and he slowly stood in front of a half-dead old tree in the yard, his lower body standing like a pine tree. He immediately twisted his waist and hips, brought his shoulders and arms together, and concentrated all his body's strength into one point!
Immediately afterwards, with a "snap" sound, Ji Xia swung his arms like a whip, and a crisp "crack" sound was heard.
I saw him punching the tree bark like a star, hammering it hard. With a bang, the dead branch shook, revealing a fist-sized dent.
You have to know that this tree is as thick as a human waist. A martial artist who has not built a martial arts foundation and has only practiced a little bit of boxing and kicking will definitely not be able to deliver such a punch.

Only a boxer who has practiced top-notch martial arts for more than ten years and has mastered one field can gather the energy of the whole body in the blink of an eye.

But then again, those who have achieved great success in martial arts are all well-qualified. Most of them have embarked on the path of cultivation very early, and some are close to perfection in the first step. How could they waste so much time in the 'mortal body'?

Perhaps there are many people in the world who have already achieved success in boxing before entering the stage of cultivation.
Over the years, there have been only a few who have emerged, and he, 'Ji Xia', is one of them!

"Huhu."

The wind from the fists was whistling.

With the help of moonlight and the fireflies from the lamps, Ji Xia's eyes became brighter as he freely displayed this 'hard-earned' boxing technique.

At the end of the practice, he even pretended not to hear the dawn glow in the sky.

"Pfft!"

Until he was almost exhausted and lay flat on the ground, gasping for breath, Ji Xia never felt tired.

How many people have been seeking such an opportunity but have not been able to get it!
He can catch it in the summer,
How lucky!

It's been three days.

Thinking of what had happened recently, a hint of coldness flashed across Ji Xia's eyes as she lay on the ground.

"This Meteor Chasing Moon Fist Manual is indeed a 'famous' level inheritance, and it is an extraordinary boxing manual. I borrowed the reincarnation insights of 'Song Chai Xin' and perfected my boxing skills. Every time I punch, I can even regulate my body."

Unconsciously, Ji Xia touched the leg that was originally badly injured.

Logically speaking, the two knife scars were so deep that they almost exposed the bone, and Ji Xia had not received any treatment at the beginning, so the disease had already set in.

From now on, everyone will become a cripple.

But as he performed this punch, with every breath he took, there seemed to be a mysterious power from heaven and earth that began to spontaneously flow into his body, filling the wound on his legs!
After practicing boxing at midnight, my leg injury has almost healed. If I tell anyone about this, it will be unbelievable! "It's been more than three days."

"According to past cases, if one can be promoted based on one's native place, then three days is enough to complete the rest of the process."

"On the first day, I put on the blue official robe and went to the Black Mountain government office;"

"On the second day, I received the government's standard 'Wuguan Foundation Building' method and was granted a 'medicinal bath' to warm my tendons and meridians;"

"On the third day, we were awarded swords, assigned duties, and took up our posts!"

"If nothing unexpected happens, Jiang Zhou's promotion to 'official officer' is a foregone conclusion."

"Ah."

"As the saying goes, if you don't remove the roots, the grass will grow again in the spring breeze."

"If it were me, since the overall situation has been decided, how could the disaster be left overnight when the fourth day comes?"

Ji Xia suddenly opened his eyes.

He couldn't sit still and wait for death.

Jiang Zhou was even capable of such a thing as a 'mountain attack', which nearly caused him to die in the wilderness. This showed that he no longer took their friendship of so many years seriously.

He, a 'dying man', returned to Black Mountain City. Although there was not much noise, it was an extraordinary period, so he must have arranged people early to keep a close eye on him.

If he doesn't take any action.

I'm afraid next
It's like a 'black pot' is put on his head, and he can't explain himself no matter how much he tries!

After all, once you are an official, they can tell you whether you are black or white. How can you decide for yourself?

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

At this moment, a series of dull knocks on the door interrupted the silence of the morning.

"Who?"

Ji Xia stood up quickly and walked quickly to the door, frowning slightly with some vigilance.

However, when he saw a slightly dark and simple face from the crack of the door, his tense muscles slowly relaxed:
"Uncle Zhang?"

The visitor was an old neighbor who lived in the outer ring area of ​​Heishan City and Qingshi Lane. He made a living by doing carpentry business. He was the second child in the family and had taken good care of Ji Xia.

"squeak"

The wooden door was slowly opened, and Uncle Zhang from next door was allowed into the hospital.

At this time, Carpenter Zhang was holding a bowl of hot porridge with a little oil floating on it. When he heard Ji Xia's voice, he quickly looked up.

When he saw that Ji Xia's expression was normal, her breath was rosy, and she was not depressed at all, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief:
"Jijilang, are you hungry?"

"Come on, drink this bowl of hot porridge."

Ji Xia was the second child in the family and had a younger brother named Ji Han. Half a year ago, Ji Xia spent all his family wealth to send him to the inner city martial arts school to practice martial arts.

As for his father and his older brother who was seven or eight years older than him, they had gone out of town hunting a long time ago and never returned. Even their bodies had not been found. Perhaps they were dead.

While handing the hot porridge to Ji Xia, Carpenter Zhang sighed as he looked at the normal expression of the young man in front of him:
"Jiang Zhou has always been a well-behaved kid. When he and you entered the mountains, he heard from the older generation in Qingshi Lane that his life would be much better after he helped you become a 'corrupt official'. Who would have thought..."

“You know people, you know faces, but you don’t know hearts!”

"Ji Erlang, after you finish this bowl of porridge, you should spend some money early, join a caravan, and go to other cities to find another way out."

Ji Xia, who had been boxing for half the night with a bowl in his hand and was feeling hungry, suddenly stopped when he heard this:
"Uncle"

"What do you mean by this?"

(End of this chapter)