Chapter 3 Chong Mai

Then, two more days passed.

In addition to taking care of Carl Lin 's daily life and diet, Amy Mong will also take an hour or two to chat with him these days.

Carl Lin became more fond of this thoughtful mother. Cliff Lin also came to see his son every day, but he didn't talk much, but they drank a lot of wine. Looking at his gaunt, decadent and self-abandoning father, Carl Lin almost couldn't help but pass on Three Vitality Recuperation to him, but he restrained.

That night, Carl Lin meditated as usual. After two days of accumulation, Carl Lin had the confidence to get through the first meridian.

Three kinds of internal strength are constantly transformed and separated, and a series of heat flows are constantly surging up from Yongquan acupoint. The heat emitted makes wisps of white smoke rise behind Carl Lin , which makes him look somewhat ethereal.

After half an hour's practising, a series of heat flows gathered together and changed into a thick, turbulent and rapid heat flow, which roared and rushed towards the long-blocked gateway above.

"Ah" Carl Lin screamed, beans-like sweat dripping from his determined face, that kind of cone heart pain, made him miserable.

For the first time, Chong Guan failed, only the pain like a cone sting made him feel hard.

"Damn it, I don't believe that I can't even get through the first meridian." Carl Lin scolded, confirmed his belief, turned his hands over, swallowed his breath quickly, condensed the heat flow again, roared the surging heat wave, and rushed up again.

"Boom".

"Ah".

Failure for the second time!

"Boom".

"Ah".

Failure for the third time!

Until the eighth time, Carl Lin thick lips had bitten out blood, and his face was extremely pale, but showed an unyielding look.

Eighth shock.

"Boom".

"Kacha".

The heat wave like a river finally broke out of the bondage, separated into countless tiny heat flows, and began to spread all over the body. After two minutes, the heat flow stopped, and it should be the meridian that encountered the second obstacle.

At the moment, Carl Lin 's bare body has been covered with fine sweat, as if he had just been steamed over, and his whole body is still faintly glowing red light.

Carl Lin jumped out of bed, squinting, feeling very comfortable. He opened his eyes and looked at his clenched fists. The peach blossom eyes were full of energy, and the whole person looked more energetic than before.

"Ha ha, finally succeeded" Carl Lin wiped a sweat and smiled, his face was full of joy, just like the feeling when he cultivated internal force for the first time in his previous life. This feeling really can't be expressed in words.

"At this rate, it should be possible to repair all the twelve positive veins in less than three months." Carl Lin said to himself.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Carl Lin , what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?" Outside the door came the words of mother's concern.

Carl Lin didn't put on his clothes, went over and opened the door, and said to his mother, "mother, I'm fine".

Amy Mong looked up and down at his son, but she didn't seem to see anything strange. She felt that her son was pitifully thin, and touched her son's chest. "Carl Lin , look at you, how thin you are. Tomorrow, mother will get my salary, and then I will buy you something good to supplement your body.".

Carl Lin was touched by the fingertips by his mouther, and his body trembled lightly.

He shrinking back immediately, revealing a shy look, "Mother, men and women should keep a distance ...".

"Puff" Amy Mong lightly cover her charming lips and said to Carl Lin," you are born by me, mother touched you, well, see you had smelly sweat. Have a bath and go to bed early".

"Ok, mother, you also go to bed early" Carl Lin nodded.

Amy Mong took a strange look at his son and was full of doubts: Did my son became smart? I haven't seen a smile from him since that two years ago, but now he seems to be more sensible. Forget it. As long as my son is safe, I don't have other desires. Then she turned and left.

Carl Lin looked at her mother who left, saying "Mother... wait, your good day is not far away".

In the courtyard of hundreds of square meters, there are several trees planted, some potted flowers that have just blossomed, and there is a stone table and several stone chairs nearby. The simple environment is full of fresh air, which makes people feel refreshed.

Carl Lin wore simple clothes and started his first day of martial arts practice in the courtyard.

In his past life, he had practiced all the moves of Paiyun Palm, Fengshen Step and Tianshuang Boxing thoroughly, but now he just needs to practice them again, which is not difficult in theory. Unfortunately, his body is too weak now, so Carl Lin is not eager for success, but chose to practice Panic Cloud's famous footwork "Phantom of the Cloud".

"Phantom of the Cloud", such as ghost afterimage, such as virtual cloud shuttle, passes through the crowd unimpeded but elusive.

Although Carl Lin has breakthrough a meridian now, he has a meager internal force, which is enough to support him to make this set of escape steps.

Now, he is similar to ordinary people. Of course, he must learn the kung fu of running first. If he is bullied again, he can still escape!

According to the understanding of past lives, Carl Lin walked with his eyes closed and his feet in some mysterious directions. At first, he didn't feel anything different with the step. After observing it, he found that this footwork was a little strange. After careful observation, he found it was amazing. If enough inner power, he could launch 81 punches at one second.

It seems that one step can take nearly two meters, and the speed is extremely fast. The whole person seems smart and elegant.

Carl Lin ran ten laps in the courtyard, and gradually felt tired. He stopped and breathed heavily.

"It seems that we should get through the twelve positive veins as soon as possible. My internal force is too weak now." Carl Lin sighed lightly.

After a few minutes' rest, Carl Lin didn't continue to practice footwork, but practiced the first type of "flowing water and flowing clouds".

Carl Lin once can play seventy-two palms in one second, and one move will make the congenital master who has become famous into mud.