Chen Pingan nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

In fact, after the first punch, Li Er noticed the flaws in Chen Pingan's punching intention. The second time, he let Chen Pingan punch a hundred times without him fighting back, and then only punched once, not too much.

Heavy, there is only one requirement, just hold on and not fall down. Then Chen Pingan's pure zhenqi cannot fall, and the next hundred punches, the fist intention cannot be reduced too much. Li Er deliberately exposed some of them

Flaw, if Chen Ping'an couldn't force up a breath and follow the flaw to punch quickly, then Li Er would be rude. That punch would make you feel worse than death, even if you were a warrior in the Far Traveling Realm.

Today was the third boxing match. Li Er changed his approach again and punched each other. Chen Pingan put all his strength into it. He punched half of the punches. When he stopped punching, he asked Chen Pingan how many times he had died.

After Chen Pingan gave the exact answer, Li Er nodded and said that he was right, and then gave the opponent a punch from the ten realms, hitting Chen Pingan from one end of the mirror to the other. He said that in a life-and-death battle, one cannot sacrifice one's life and forget one's own life.

Remember that some of these are not seeking death. Fortunately, this punch was the same as last time. It only hit Chen Pingan's shoulder. Soaked in the potion bucket, white bones are raw and flesh is made of flesh. What kind of suffering is it? The broken bones are healed.

, it was just a bit of pain. During this period, a pure martial artist could keep his mind and must deliberately amplify his perception to deeply experience the growth of muscles, bones, flesh and blood, and then he had some ability to enter the palace.

A rough thatched hut was built at the ferry, where Chen Pingan is now recovering from his injuries.

Li Er felt that he was very restrained in giving Chen Ping'an a punch. He would not beat Chen Ping'an to the point where he would need to recuperate for several days. Even if Chen Ping'an's injuries were healed every day, he would still have a "remainder" of pain. The second time

Fisting, adding injury to injury, requires Chen Pingan to stabilize his fist intention every time. This is equivalent to maintaining the original peak fist intention without any loss of the original peak fist intention with the gradually broken martial arts body.

Li Er didn't say what would happen if he couldn't do it.

Anyway, Chen Pingan did it.

There are not many complicated things in the world.

As for whether it would be possible to feed someone else like this, Li Er never thought about these issues.

First he was too lazy to teach, and then if he punched Chen Pingan with the same punch, Chen Ping'an would be fine. If he didn't delay the next punch, ordinary people would die, so why teach him.

Li Er did not say whether Chen Pingan did well or not.

Anyway, how many punches he can take in the end is all Chen Pingan's own skill.

Li Er punted the boat and arrived at the ferry. Chen Pingan had already struggled to get up.

Li Er said that the fist feeding is over, haste makes waste, there is no need to blindly ask for more and more, and we will talk about it in three or two days.

Besides, he had to go down the mountain to take a look at the shop.

Chen Pingan asked if he could go to the foot of the mountain to stay for a day or two after recuperating.

Li Er smiled and said it was okay, just treat it as his own home.

Li Er went down the mountain first.

Chen Ping'an squatted next to the ferry, enduring the pain that not only hurt his body but also his soul. He lightly slapped the bow of the boat. The boat suddenly sank into the water, and then suddenly surfaced. As it went back and forth, there were blood stains in the boat.

It has been cleaned.

Then we went to the hut, where we had to carry water and boil it. Every step we took was painful.

In the early morning of the next day, Chen Pingan put on clean clothes and went down to Lion Peak.

The cloth shop had just opened, and Chen Ping'an went to have breakfast and then helped Aunt Liu attract business.

It was an eye-opener for the woman to see that she actually learned a lot of business knowledge from a junior.

Some neighbors who had previously quarreled with the woman and had a bad look on their faces now smiled more when they saw her on the street.

The woman is happy and sad at the same time.

How come such a good young man is not his son-in-law?

So when Li Liu arrived late and returned home, he saw the young man selling cloth enthusiastically with the guests.

Li Liu was stunned for a moment.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, her mother secretly stretched out two fingers and gently twisted Li Liu's slender waist, but she was not willing to exert any force. After all, she was her daughter, not her man. The woman complained:

"You useless thing."

Li Liu smiled and narrowed her eyes. She was soft and weak. When she got home, she was always the submissive sister Li Huai.

With Chen Ping'an helping to attract business and Li Liu taking charge of the shop, the woman felt free to cook in the backyard kitchen while Li Er sat on a small stool and blew the fire with a bamboo tube.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no customers in the store for the time being, Chen Ping'an walked to the counter and said softly to Li Liu who was standing behind the abacus: "I seem to have misunderstood Aunt Liu. I'm sorry. But Uncle Li has already helped explain."

Clear."

Li Liu raised his head and smiled: "It's okay."

Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, lowered his voice, and asked with a smile: "Can I ask a question?"

Li Liu was calculating lightly, looking at the account book written by her mother that looked like a ghostly drawing, calculating the details of the cloth shop's income and expenditure these days, she raised her head and smiled and said: "I don't like Lin Shouyi and Dong Shuijing."

Chen Pingan was a little surprised. He thought that among the two people, Li Liu would like one.

It's just that there's really no reason to say who you like or dislike.

Li Liuxiao asked: "The reason why you didn't stay on Lion Peak is because you feel that such a market, where no one recognizes you, is more like your hometown when you were a child? Do you feel that your hometown and town are very strange now?"

Chen Pingan leaned against the counter, looked at the street outside the door, and nodded.

Li Liu stopped talking.

After a moment of silence, Li Liu closed the account book and said with a smile: "I earned three taels of silver more."

Chen Ping'an was still leaning against the counter, holding his hands in his sleeves, and said with a smile: "I am more talented at doing business than making porcelain."

Li Liu asked: "Have you heard about the changes in Qingliang Sect?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "On the way to Lion Peak by ferry, I saw it in the newspaper."

Had dinner.

Chen Pingan said goodbye and went up the mountain instead of resting in Li Huai's house for the night.

The woman sighed quietly, turned around and saw Li Liu making no movement, and poked her daughter's forehead with her finger, "Why are you so stupid? I'm giving her a ride."

Li Liu looked at Li Er.

Li Er is as immovable as a mountain.

The woman lamented, just talking about it, the melon that is forced is not sweet.

Li Liu smiled sweetly, and Li Er grinned.

The woman glared at Li Liu and said, "Li Huai follows me, you follow your father."

Chen Ping'an reached the top of Lion Peak, walked through the restricted landscape, came to the thatched hut, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, then got up and went to the ferry, walked to the mirror on the lake alone, took off his boots and stayed on the boat, rolled up his sleeves and trousers,
Chapter completed!