Chapter 8
Omnipresent God of War Chapter 8
2020-11-11
Chapter 8 under the levelWei He practiced three times in one breath, until his hands were red, he was sighed and replaced with another person.
"How's it going?" Third Senior Brother Cheng Shaojiu was eating jerky, which seemed to be some kind of rat jerky, biting a thin rat leg in his mouth, looking a little disgusting.
"Ok." Wei He nodded.
"This skin grinding depends on perseverance. After all, grinding is quite painful, but I might worry about not being able to persist for a while, but you don't have that problem." Cheng Shaojiu said with a smile.
He said, getting closer, the smile on his face lower.
“Chen Biao is dead. He was found dead in his courtyard the other day.”
He lowered his voice, meaning.
Death is a fairly common occurrence in this day and age. No one cares if a hooligan dies.
But this Chen Biao is different.
Cheng Shaojiu knows it, and so does Wei He.
"Oh." Wei He replied dully.
“And his two followers also died together.” Cheng Shaojiu patted Wei He on the shoulder with a complicated expression.
He had a new understanding of the vicious and merciless of Junior Brother Wei in front of him.
I told him that Chen Biao was injured a while ago, and now all three of them are dead. How could there be such a coincidence.
We don't believe Wei He did it if he killed him.
In retrospect, this Junior Brother Wei's quick movement was so ruthless that he felt a chill behind his back.
Cheng Shaojiu has been in this Turning Mountain Fist Courtyard for so long, and he has seen many kinds of youngsters, but it is the first time that he has seen such ruthlessness and action as Wei He.
Fortunately, there are people in his family who have similar methods, and Cheng Shaojiu has no different opinions.
"This world." He sighed.
Wei He was silent, he knew that Cheng Shaojiu had guessed it, but there was no evidence for this kind of thing, and no one could take him.
"Don't talk about this, the price of pork in the city has risen again recently, and we can't lack meat for martial arts practitioners. Although we can eat all kinds of meat except pigs, it tastes like this. Rats do it, I always feel bad."
Cheng Shaojiu quickly returned to normal and talked about other things.
Wei He listened, only listened, and occasionally responded, indicating that he was not distracted.
The two soon turned their attention elsewhere.
Without saying a few words, Eldest Senior Brother Zhao Hong turned pale and led a few female disciples wearing Turning Mountain Fist into the courtyard.
“Master.”
These female disciples have round shoulders and thick waists, only one of them has some pretty, slender body, bulging breasts, and delicate skin.
In comparison, even Wei Ying, the second sister of Wei He, was compared.
Most of the men who were practicing skin grinding were attracted by this female disciple.
This woman has a faint sense of cleanliness that ordinary poor people do not have.
Wei He also noticed these people, and glanced at the most conspicuous female disciple, involuntarily.
"It was the Women's Court that was disbanded, and they were all merged together. It was said that there were not enough people." Cheng Shaojiu whispered aside.
"Third Senior Brother, you are well-informed, do you know the most beautiful Junior Sister?" A man came over and asked with a smile.
"Naturally know." Cheng Shaojiu nodded, "but don't make her mind, she is Jiang Su, the second daughter of the Jiang Family who is famous in the town. One of the very best over there. In my opinion, Xiao Ran is a little better than her.The most important thing is that this Junior Sister is not very good-natured." Having said that, he shook his head, obviously I don't like that Jiang Su.
Wei He listened silently and did not speak.
He has been secretly searching for the situation of his eldest sister and parents.
On the big sister's side, the trouble now is that even the entire Blackwater Gang is slowly decreasing in number, becoming more and more depressed, and about to destroy the gang.
As for the parents, only Cheng Shaojiu got a message here, that is, the definite news of the disappearance.
Apart from this and there is no other way.
So now he is not thinking about the opposite sex at all. What I think about all day is to practice martial arts well, and after I have a little capital to stand up, I secretly find out the whereabouts of my relatives.
In any case, his parents and eldest sister gave him a lot of care and support when he first came.
He is a person who does not recognize blood, but only friendship. He doesn't care about blood, but he has to repay this love.
"Look, everyone who went to talk should come back." Cheng Shaojiu smiled and said, taking pleasure in other people's misfortune. "This Junior Sister Jiang is not in our circle. It's better for you to be sober."
Wei He hearing this look.
Sure enough, several of the Senior Brother Junior Brothers who gathered around were all dismissed by the new Junior Sister Jiang Su with a cold face.
Jiang Su looked left and right, and Alone walked to a corner and started skin grinding. I don't know why she, a girl, would choose the martial arts of Turning Mountain Fist, a self-damaging skin.
Cheng Shaojiu and the rest of the Senior Brothers whispered gossip for a while, and when they saw that they had nothing to say, they naturally dispersed.
Wei He didn't take it seriously, took a break, and continued to step forward to rotate, starting second round skin grinding.
In the past few days, he has realized that the Realm Breaking Bead in his heart, the last little bit of black is about to be completed.
Therefore, I also have a lot of anticipation in my heart, and I am quite energetic when I practice qigong.
It's just this last bit of black, the more I look forward to it, the slower I feel.
Time flies fast.
The day-to-day training slowly passed. The black of the Realm Breaking Bead is getting denser and denser, and the last bit of blank space is getting smaller and smaller.
The stage of skin grinding is slowly beginning to deepen.
According to the rules of the head of Old Zheng, skin grinding is only provided for two months. If two months can't be successful in skin grinding, then it is impossible to succeed after that.
It also means that personal aptitude is not at home, and no matter how hard you practice, your achievements are limited.
There are six senior and junior brothers who are skin grinding with Wei He.
Including Wei He is seven.
Wei He worked hard, not saying a word, not saying a word.
Suddenly one morning.
Third Senior Brother Cheng Shaojiu Rare words are rare. Somewhat anomalous.
Wei He just took off his jacket and was about to roll up his sleeves to start training, but saw two Senior Brother Junior Brothers, who used to skin grinding together, were fully dressed, carrying luggage, and quietly went out through the side door.
"They don't practice at this time?" said a person beside him surprisedly.
“No more practice. They won’t practice anymore.” Cheng Shaojiu said indifferently.
A few people around understood and fell silent.
There is only one Junior Brother who has just started this month, with a puzzled look on his face.
Not far away, Old Zheng started to show off again, explaining the trick system of Turning Mountain Fist to the newcomer.
Occasionally holding a wicker is a swipe.
The new kids could only endure one by one, and some people rushed to the inner room to bring out snacks and deliver them.
Old Zheng's rhythm is as usual, which is exactly similar to Wei He's entry.
Wei He was silent, calculating the time for his skin grinding.
And half a month, if it doesn't work, there's nothing he can do. Can only go away sadly.
Thinking of this, he silently rolled up his sleeves, walked to a wooden basin, and started a new day of skin grinding.
Cheng Shaojiu rarely said much on the side, and each minding their own business went to the corner and started to practice with people.
The courtyard of Connaught University is divided into three parts, one for newcomers, one for skin grinding, and one for practical training. The middle ground is separated by a white-gray line, entirely different.
Time continues to pass day by day.
The two-month deadline is getting closer.
Soon, two more people couldn't bear the psychological pressure and left early.
A new person has also joined the skin grinding stage.
Wei He worked silently, but his fists faded quickly, but he didn't reach the level of Ox Skin.
Only after reaching Ox Skin, can you really stay and continue to practice the follow-up, otherwise, without this foundation, you will not be able to practice Turning Mountain Fist, and it will be useless to stay.
Soon, there are only five days left.
In my house.
In the afternoon, Wei He came back from the courtyard, rested on a stool for a while, and was about to get up to eat.
ka-cha, the wooden door was gently pushed open.
Second sister Wei Ying walked in quietly, holding a small bag in her hand. It was a gray one.
Before I got close, there was a strong medicinal smell wafting out of the small bag.
Wei Ying hurriedly closed the door with his backhand and let down the latch.
"Little He, this is for you!" She approached and handed the small bag in her hand to the younger brother.
"Second sister, what is this?" Wei He took it in confusion, opened the gray cloth bag, and wrapped a layer of gray cloth inside.
Untie three layers of cloth in a row, the innermost is a yellow paper bag. On the outside of the paper bag, it was written in red: Raising Blood Powder.
Three large characters are clearly visible.
"This is Raising Blood Powder!" Wei He was taken aback. He often goes to drugstores to buy money bug meat, so he is very familiar with this recipe.
This is a nourishing formula specially used to supplement qi and blood. The effect is very good, but the price is not cheap.
"Don't worry, it wasn't stolen or bought." Wei Ying laughed, a shy expression on his rosy face.
"I clean up the medicine ingredient storehouse for Old Zheng every day, and there are a lot of scraps and other dregs in it. I collect it little by little. ."
Wei He hearing this, carefully opened the paper bag, and looked in through a hole.
Sure enough, it was full of small pieces, very broken and broken.
The largest is the size of a fingernail, and the smallest is only a grain of rice.
I don't know how much time and effort Wei Ying spent to collect this paper bag.
After silence, Wei He seriously nodded.
"I know, don't worry, I'll make it through!"
"Well, I believe in you!" Wei Ying also seriously nodded.
The two talked in a low voice for a while, and it was getting dark.
Wei He just got up and sent Wei Ying back to his rental house at Turning Mountain Fist.
Back at home, Wei He silently soaked the Raising Blood Powder in water and immediately began to boil it.
As he boiled, he opened his chest and glanced at the Realm Breaking Bead.
The pattern there has been completely darkened a few days ago.
An inexplicable urge that made him feel like a balloon that was about to burst in his chest.
Break balloons with just one tap with the Realm Breaking Bead.
But he endured. It is planned to rely on their own efforts to break through the skin grinding entry of Turning Mountain Fist.
But as the deadline drew nearer, so did his hope.
"Many times, I still have to admit that there is really a gap between people and people."
Wei He looked at the burning stove, put the medicine pot on it and started to cook.
He knew that if he couldn't get past the skin grinding, he would have to leave the Turning Mountain Fist Courtyard and couldn't go any further.
(end of this chapter)