Chapter 285 Difficulty (3rd)

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Hu Yu laughed triumphantly and left, going to the arena to continue practicing boxing.

Zheng Xia looked helplessly at the bleeding Yang Baoshu, and shook his head: "Is this the true meaning of Spirit Monkey Boxing?"

Zheng Xia helped him cover his forehead, and there was a cut in his forehead.

Yang Baoshu covered his nose to prevent the blood from continuing to flow, and said angrily, "I didn't practice well, but the way was right. Didn't you see how I blocked his tricks?"

"I don't think it's useful." Zheng Xia said, "It can't hit him at all."

"I will continue to practice, and I will definitely be able to beat him and avenge him!" Yang Baoshu said bitterly.

Zheng Xia said: "Where did you get the true meaning of Spirit Monkey Fist?"

"Taught by an expert." Yang Baoshu said.

Zheng Xia laughed.

Yang Baoshu said: "Why, you don't believe it?"

"I believe it, I believe it." Zheng Xia nodded hurriedly: "Go and sit there for a while, wash and apply ointment on you, or your mother will beat you up again when you get home!"

Yang Baoshu had received a lot of punches, but he didn't see much of it at this moment, and he would bruise and swell after a while.

"Alas..." Yang Baoshu sighed helplessly.

When he came home in the evening, the bruises were still there.

Seeing his even more miserable appearance, Mrs. Zhou yelled: "Okay? This is the monkey you said? What a ghost, he was beaten like a bear by someone. It's a monkey, I think. Dead monkey!"

"Mother, I didn't practice well. If I practice for a few more days, I will definitely get my revenge!" Yang Baoshu hurriedly said.

"Practice ass!"

"I played better today than before, that's why I offended the surname Hu, and he played so hard." Yang Baoshu hurriedly said: "I definitely have improved, and I will definitely surpass him!"

"Really?" Zhou Shi was dubious.

"Mother, I want to practice at home for a few days!" Yang Baoshu said: "Retreat and practice hard!"

"...Well, if you practice for a few more days and you still can't beat the surname Hu, you are not allowed to practice so nonsense again!" Zhou snorted.

"Okay!" Yang Baoshu agreed hastily.

He didn't leave home for the next few days, practicing boxing all the time, and when he was tired, he meditated and adjusted his breath to restore his physical strength.

Sometimes I would secretly take a ladder to look at the next door, see Chu Li sitting cross-legged on the stone table, motionless, and feel that he is getting more and more mysterious, he must be an expert, practicing internal skills.

It's a pity that my inner strength mentality is only the basic mentality of the lowest disciples of the Feihong Gang, and it has no effect in fighting, but it is good for recovering physical strength.

——

Five days later, in the early morning, Feihong helped practice martial arts, Yang Baoshu and Hu Yu stood face to face, and Zheng Xia stood aside.

Yang Baoshu was tall and strong, while Hu Yu was short, thin and dark, the difference between the two was half a head.

"Have you retreated and practiced?" Hu Yu said with a smile: "Okay, you have ambition, but let's see how capable you are!"

"Hu, see if I don't beat you to death!" Yang Baoshu snorted.

He is full of confidence, and feels that the spirit monkey boxing is getting better and better, with deeper taste and stronger power.

"Look at the boxing!" Hu Yu laughed strangely and rushed forward.

Yang Baoshu leaped nimbly, dodging the black, small and heavy fist.

"Ouch, come again!" Hu Yu chased after him with a strange smile.

Yang Baoshu sprinted here and there, moving like a monkey, dodging Hu Yu's fist, and made more than twenty moves in a blink of an eye.

While chasing him and beating him, Hu Yu yelled strangely: "Come on, Baoshu, why don't you come and beat me to death? Why are you running away!"

Yang Baoshu continued to dodge and swim around.

He used to be unable to run even if he wanted to, but now he has made great progress. He has practiced Spirit Monkey Boxing well, and his body skills are more flexible.

"Baoshu, you're not called Spirit Monkey Fist, you're called Sangjiagou Fist, run away with all your strength!" Hu Yu chased and beat, while laughing strangely: "Your Sangjiagou Fist is indeed very powerful, it can be used to escape !"

"Look for a fight!" Yang Baoshu yelled, and rushed out.

"Bang!" Hu Yu was caught off guard, and his thin black face was punched.

"Yang Baoshu!" Hu Yu was furious, and his black and small fists crazily smashed towards him like stones falling down.

Yang Baoshu dodged a few moves, but couldn't dodge any more, and immediately received many punches on the face and body.

Zheng Xia rushed over to grab Hu Yu, and also received two punches from Hu Yu.

Hu Yu touched his face angrily, and snorted, "For Zheng Xia's sake this time, I will spare your life!"

Yang Baoshu covered his nose and glared at him angrily: "I'll beat you to death next time!"

"You—!" Hu Yu was so angry that he wanted to shake his fist.

Zheng Xia hurriedly stood in front of Yang Baoshu: "Hu Yu, don't go too far!"

Hu Yu glared at Yang Baoshu bitterly: "I'll deal with you next time!"

Zheng Xia put some ointment on his face, and said, "Bao Shu, are you really practicing the Spirit Monkey Fist correctly? No way!"

"Didn't you notice that I punched him?" Yang Baoshu said excitedly, "Is there any progress?... Hehe, it feels really good to punch him!"

"This..." Zheng Xia thought for a while: "Hu Yu is right, your boxing technique is quite effective for escaping your life!"

Yang Baoshu glared at him.

He felt that Mr. Chu's advice was correct, that's how Spirit Monkey Boxing should be practiced.

It's not that I didn't practice properly, it's that I didn't practice well enough!

——

In the evening, he walked back somewhat reluctantly. When he reached the street, his steps became more and more slow. Zheng Xia's ointment was good. His uncle was the incense master of Ruijintang, and he stole the ointment from his uncle.

But no matter how good the ointment is, it is impossible to completely eliminate the bruise on the face.

After returning home, I couldn't escape my mother's beating!

His eyes lit up, and he saw Chu Li, who was carrying a basket of fruit, walking slowly in a fluttering white robe.

"Sir!" Yang Baoshu hurriedly cupped his fists.

Chu Li glanced at him, didn't speak, and continued walking slowly, as if he didn't know him.

Yang Baoshu is used to it, knowing that he won't talk to him outside.

So he quickened his pace and went home, naturally a beating was inevitable, Zhou Shi strictly ordered him not to practice nonsense anymore, and practiced according to the original practice again.

Yang Baoshu couldn't hold back his mother, so he could only practice honestly, the more he practiced, the more awkward he became.

But once he left the house and went to Feihong to help practice martial arts, he still followed his own ideas and his figure was agile.

——

The dusk was heavy and the sky was dark.

Chu Li is practicing sword.

Yang Baoshu set up a ladder and climbed up the wall again, with a plate of dumplings in his hand, he lifted the ladder to the side with a smile, landed lightly, sent the dumplings to the stone table, and handed the chopsticks: "Sir, have a taste how."

Chu Li put down the sword and took the chopsticks: "Didn't your mother not make it for me to eat?"

"Hey, my mother has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. She said that you are a big man, so I'm afraid you can't cook." Yang Baoshu said with a smile: "Sir, thank you for your guidance. I am much better now."

"Yeah." Chu Li concentrated on eating the dumplings.

"Sir, what kind of swordsmanship do you practice?"

"What do you think?"

"It must be very deep."

"It's just an ordinary way of keeping in good health."

Yang Baoshu nodded, agreeing with this statement.

It really doesn't look like a murderous swordsmanship, it's more like playing to strengthen your body. His sword is so heavy, such a practice method does have a magical effect on strengthening your body.

Chu Li ate the dumplings slowly, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief: "Okay, you practice the monkey boxing once and I'll see."