Chapter 3: Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist (This chapter is free)

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Three bowstrings roared violently, tearing the air, and the arrow was like a meteor, directly hitting the red heart of the target two hundred steps away.

At the same time, the iron arrow shot through the red heart of the target and exposed it from the other end, showing the powerful power and precise quick eyesight of the archer.

"Sister Xuejiao, you can actually pull a 120 kilogram of strong bow and beads to shoot, which is more than 120 kilograms. In the "Martial Classic", it is called tiger power. Such archery skills and power are not as capable as those military officers in the army. It seems that your martial arts have reached the point of practicing membranes and strengthening bones, and you can be called a martial artist. But you are a girl who rides and shoots fist sticks all day long, but it is a bit indecent."

In a martial arts training ground with a total of 500 steps, a woman about twenty years old, wearing a pure white dress with a red turban tied on her head opened her bow, shot arrows, closed her momentum, pulled her bow into a full moon, and calmed down.

She had very little clothes on her body, but there was no coldness on the cold wind and the frozen land.

She is Hong Xuejiao, the daughter of the second wife in the Marquis’s mansion.

Next to her was a young man in gorgeous clothes. The young man was slender, as tall as a crane and his eyes were like stars.

"My Daqian Dynasty founded the country with martial arts and established the world. Although the country has been founded for 60 years, the folk literary style is prosperous and the martial arts style is gradually declining, the emperor still attaches great importance to martial arts. Otherwise, why would he go to hunt in spring and autumn? Is it really for fun? I am afraid that it is to take the field and perform martial arts. He asked those princes and nobles, and the royal family not to forget the martial arts affairs."

Hong Xuejiao tried the bowstring again and easily pulled it into a full moon:

"Although this 'white ox bow' is a top-notch bow, with a bow strength of about 140 or 50 kilograms, it is far from comparable to my father's 'star-falling bow'."

"Of course, the star-falling bow of Marquis Wen Wu is made of a bow body made of fine steel, and the string body is made of giant python tendons after ten years of soaking in the glue soup. It has the power of nine stones and can shoot a thousand steps. Only when martial arts and boxing reaches the realm of "practice of marrow like frost, practice blood mercury plasma" can it become a full moon continuous shooting. People who have reached the realm of martial arts and saints, may there be few people in the world who have reached the realm of martial arts and saints."

The young man in brocade smiled, "But you also know that now my Daqian Dynasty has a strong folk literary style, and the literati and officials control the government. Even with the force of the Marquis Wen Wu, when he was young, he was scolded by the prime minister Li Yan. Finally, he abandoned martial arts and followed the civil service exam. He passed the examination and was now the most powerful minister. Otherwise, he could only be a stable Duke of Liguo at home like my father."

In the Wenwu Marquis Mansion, there was no dare to mention the young thing about the Marquis Hong Xuanji, but the young man in brocade said it easily, with an obvious identity.

This young man in gorgeous clothes was the eldest son of the "Duke of Liguo" mansion, Jing Yuxing.

The title of the Daqian Dynasty was Duke, Hou, and Bo. The title of Duke was above the title of Duke. However, the title was returned to the title, and the official position of the court was returned to the official position of the court. "Mr. Wu Wen" Hong Xuanji took over the government because of Tanhua's imperial examination list. His influence was even better than that of Duke Li.

"You can't say that. Your family has a strong title. One more step is to be a king of a different surname. If you participate in the government affairs, I'm afraid the royal family will not be relieved." Hong Xue smiled.

"You can't talk nonsense." Hearing this, Jing Yuxing's face changed slightly, and his eyes swept across the corners in an instant, as if he was afraid that people would hear it.

"Okay, let's not say it." Hong Xue smiled sweetly: "But then again, you said I rode and shot all day long and fiddled with fist sticks. As a girl's family, you know, when our Dakan Dynasty destroyed the Great Zhou Dynasty and entered Yujing in 60 years, what would happen to those princes and ladies with no power? Those who were ruined were ruined, those who were killed, those who were barely alive, and those who were caught in the military camp... There was no power to escape. Although our Dakan Dynasty is now the Heavenly Dynasty. In the upper country, there is the Yunmeng Empire with grasslands in the east, the Huo Dynasty in the desert in the west, there are many island empires on the sea in the south, and the Yuantu Dynasty in the north. Twenty years ago, the cavalry of the Yunmeng Empire went straight outside the city of Yujing. Although they were repelled, they were also very dangerous. As for those civil servants and officials, the court just wanted them to appease the hearts of the people in the world. Although the former prime minister Li Yan was in power, he had no title after his death, and his descendants were not grateful to him."

"Okay, okay, you don't say it anymore, but you said so much. Xuejiao, you are a hero among girls, which makes us men ashamed." Jing Yuxing smiled, "But I have a gift for you today."

"What gift?" Hong Xuejiao asked.

Jing Yuxing patted his hands and immediately walked over from a distance a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had a knee-length hand, his steps were steady and piercing. His eyes seemed dull, but in fact he was sharp and hidden. He was obviously a master.

The middle-aged man left and took off a burden behind him. Jing Yuxing took out a book from the burden.

The cover of the book reads "Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist".

"Tiger Demon Bones Refining Fist?" Hong Xuejiao looked at it, and a surprise light flashed in her eyes: "This is the martial arts secret book of Zhongzhou Dachan Temple. Twenty years ago, after the Dachan Temple was wiped out by our dynasty, countless martial arts secret book were scattered all over the world. It was all unique skills of boxing."

"Yes, it's the "Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist" of Dachan Temple." Jing Yuxing said with a smile.

"This is the most detailed classic in the world that refines bones. There are 206 hands in total, and they train 206 bones all over the body. In the world, only this book has the most detailed bone refining. The rest of the bone refining martial arts are less than 206 hands."

Hong Xuejiao's martial arts skills have also been mastered. After looking at them, she became even more surprised.

A person's body, two hundred and six bones, and other martial arts cannot be trained one by one. Only the "Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist" in Dachan Temple can be trained all of them.

This book is hard to buy.

"This is the secret book I read in Songhe Mountain House of Royal Books, and I went to the Songhe Mountain House of Royal Books, and I quietly copied it. Don't show it to others." Jing Yuxing started his hand, "Zhongzhou Dachan Temple, a holy place for martial arts, and the Zen ancestral court, unfortunately, colluded with the old people of the previous dynasty to rebel, and was wiped out by our army. I heard that the temple was magnificent and magnificent, with masters everywhere, and now it has disappeared. I heard that the Marquis had participated in the military affairs of the encirclement and suppression of the Dachan Temple. I heard that the encirclement and suppression was extremely fierce. Many generals of the court died in battle. Fang Xiandao, Zhengdao, and Taishangdao Taoist masters also died."

"Yes." Hong Xuejiao was excitedly flirting with the book, "The tiger demon's bone training boxing posture is to activate joints, hard bones, and bone training is like steel. It is the best bone training boxing posture in the world."

"The martial arts in the world are diverse, but they are nothing more than practicing meat, practicing tendons, practicing skin membranes, practicing bones, practicing organs, practicing marrow, and changing blood. Step by step, transforming themselves, and reaching the realm of a saint of the body becoming a saint. Miss Xuejiao can open a hundred pounds of beef tendon bow and practice beads and archery, and has already practiced the tendon membranes to the home. Next is practicing hard bones and strong piercing power. This tiger demon bone-refining boxing method is useful, but I heard that Wu Wenhou is one of the few great masters in the world. Although he has abandoned martial arts for twenty years, his kung fu will definitely become deeper and deeper. It is really admirable."

At this moment, the middle-aged man next to him spoke.

"Uncle Yun." Jing Yuxing raised his hand.

The middle-aged man immediately smiled, stepped back, and stopped talking.

"Well? This person is not simple. When will there be such a master in Duke Li's residence?" Hong Xuejiao said in her heart.

"Miss..." Just as Hong Xuejiao was thinking in her heart, the maid Xiaoning hurried over.

"What word is this?" Hong Xuejiao looked at the poem in her hand.

"Good words! Cursive script runs through snakes and zodiac signs. Good poems, such as this heart, can be self-centered, and can calm the mind, lock the mind, and can establish one's life. If a person's heart can be based on himself, he is a god among immortals. Poems have fairy spirit, and the words are even more spiritual, with bony bones and force that penetrate the back of paper. Who wrote this?"

Jing Yuxing looked at the words on the white paper and couldn't help but lit up his eyes and exclaimed.

"This is one of my younger brothers, but they were not born very well. Mrs. Zhao didn't like him very much. She took the exam for the scholar last year." Hong Xuejiao handed the poem to Jing Yuxing, and she was still looking through the Tiger Demon Bones Training Fist Book.

"Xiao Ning, take out ten silver cakes from my private room to Hong Yi. He is going to prepare for the scientific examination. With that little monthly silver, it may not be enough to spend."

"Miss, why are you giving him money? Let Mrs. Zhao know, I'm afraid it's not good." Xiao Ning held back the corner of her mouth, looking reluctant.

"Are you enough to go quietly?" Hong Xuejiao waved her hand.

"Okay." Xiao Ning turned around and was about to leave.

"etc."

"Mr. Jing, do you have any instructions?" Seeing that it was Jing Yuxing's speech, Xiao Ning immediately became respectful.

"Uncle Yun, come to my house quickly and bring a hundred pieces of my Songzhuxuan snow paper, as well as the purple inkstone, pure fox brush, and musk ink." Jing Yu walked.

"Yes." The middle-aged man who called Uncle Yun had no doubts about Jing Yuxing's order. After responding, he pulled a few steps away and quickly arrived outside the martial arts training ground. He rode a black angry horse as dark as a dragon and rolled away.

After about one meal, Uncle Yun came back, holding a pen, ink, paper and ink on his back.

"Send this to him. By the way, what's your brother's name?" Jing Yuxing raised his hand and signaled.

"His name is Hong Yi." Hong Xuejiao looked at Jing Yuxing and suddenly smiled: "It is said that the lords of small and medium-sized countries are respectful to the wise and honest, and they are eager to be righteous. Today, I finally saw it. The four treasures of these places of study are all expensive things, and they are worth at least hundreds of taels, which is equivalent to the property of middle-aged people in Yujing City."

"It's just a small matter." Jing Yuxing smiled.

In the small courtyard northwest of the Hou Mansion, Hong Yi was still reading. At this moment, Xiao Ning and a few maids walked in with pens, ink, paper and inkstones in their hands, and placed them on the table: "Hong Yi, good luck, today the lady is with Xiao Li Duke. Xiao Li Duke appreciates your poetry and specially ordered me to give you pens, paper and inkstones. They are all rare treasures worth a hundred gold. In addition, the lady asked me to give you ten silver cakes."

"Hmm? Give me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

Hong Yi raised his head and looked at the things on the table, "Go back and tell Xiaoli Duke that he will not receive any rewards without merit. As for Xue Jiao's ten silver cakes, you can take them back. If you want to give them silver, at least one hundred silver cakes. My poem is worth a word of gold."

"Hmph!" Xiao Ning's face turned slightly blue when he heard Hong Yi's words. He immediately packed up his things, turned around and left. After walking out, he vaguely said: "I really don't know how to show off!"

"He really treats himself as the young master."

"Just a sour and smelly scholar. When he is still a little older, Mrs. Zhao will deal with him sooner or later."

When Hong Yi heard the discussions of these people, he sneered in his heart and breathed a long sigh: "This marquis' mansion is getting more and more impatient. Forget it, before the scientific examination, he would not be as knowledgeable as these little women. It would be better to stay in the Xishan Qiuyue Temple for a while to keep the grave for his mother."

On the martial arts field.

"I will not receive any reward without merit? Xuejiao, your younger brother is very strong." Seeing that Hong Yi did not accept anything, Jing Yuxing didn't care, but he just smiled slightly and suddenly changed the topic.

"By the way, it may snow heavily in a few days. Prince Cheng's prince, Prince Yongchun, and Princess Yongchun, we were dating well and were going to Xishan to hunt foxes. I heard that the foxes in Xishan have been ripping into the city and ran to the imperial garden of the palace. They all scared the concubine Yuan. Later, they called the masters of the great inner world to chase but did not chase them. Finally, they called the Taoist priest of the Immortal Dao of Yujing Temple, and the white fox did not appear again."

"Go to the West Mountain to hunt foxes? Of course I'm going to go."

Hong Xue smiled.
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