The next day, Zhuangyan got up early in the morning and ran to the back mountain at 4:50 at the agreed time to find Yang Songlin.

Go to the agreed place, and as soon as you came out of the thatch, you saw something boiling under the trees.

When he walked in, he found that Yang Songlin had found a clay pot, which was built with bricks and cooked with branches. He didn't know what he was doing.

As he approached, he smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine in his nose.

"Old Yang, what are you cooking?"

Yang Songlin looked at the fire with all concentration and said, "Pharm."

Zhuang Yanqi said: "Do you have to take medicine to practice your kung fu? Is it a magic medicine to enhance your skills?"

The heroes in martial arts novels often had adventures before becoming famous, either meeting peerless masters or taking some magic pills by accident.

Just like the silly boy Guo Jing in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", he bit a spirit snake that others had raised for many years and drank blood, which made him greatly increase his skills?

Looking at the face of Zhuang Yan's fantasy and magical expression of expectation, Yang Songlin couldn't help but say, "Where are you thinking about? This is an external medicine, which is used to wipe your hands after making sandbags. It can promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. It is a secret recipe passed down from our family. Since I was a child, I have to soak this thing after practicing the exercises."

Zhuangyan said: "I thought I used it for a long time."

Yang Songlin said: "No, this medicine contains the ingredients of Ma Qianzi, which is highly toxic and will die if you drink it."

After saying that, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Zhuangyan.

"Here, this is the prescription. Even if we don't practice together in the future, you can still get the medicine by yourself. Grab the amount on the prescription. Remember not to do it randomly, nor add the amount randomly. Remember not to splash the eyes or drink it. This thing is really poisonous."

Zhuang Yan was stunned. He took the prescription and glanced at it. He wrote some Chinese medicine names that he didn't know at all. One of them was indeed Ma Qianzi.

He murmured in his heart, "It's poisonous?" How dare you use it to wipe your hands?"

Although I was worried, I still put the prescription into my pocket.

Now, since I have learned hard qigong from Lao Yang, I can only believe in Lao Yang.

So he asked again: "Old Yang, where did you get these things?"

Yang Songlin said: "I gave him money from the chef's boss and asked him to buy medicine for me when he went out to buy vegetables. He is my fellow villager."

Zhuangyan smiled and said, "Sure enough, there are people in the court who are easy to do."

On this day, Zhuang Yan began to learn hard skills under Yang Songlin's guidance.

The sandbag filled with sand was indeed very deadly. After Zhuang Yan's punching in the morning, his fists really started to swollen.

However, he was surprised to find that using Yang Songlin's potion to wipe his hands, this thing was much more useful than bone water. At night, the swelling completely disappeared.

This made Zhuang Yan, a person who has been living in the city and believes in Western medicine and modern science, almost shocked her chin, completely subverting her views.

In addition, Yang Songlin also taught Zhuangyan how to practice Qi.

At first, Zhuang Yan felt that what Yang Songlin said was a bit ridiculous, such as gathering qi in the Dantian, then running around the heavens, and then sinking into the Dantian...

On the first day of practice, solemnity is not the key.

Yang Songlin sat under the tree like an old monk entering into meditation. According to him, it is best to practice qigong early in the morning and must be in the wild, because all things in the wild are full of spiritual energy, which is beneficial to practicing qi.

Anyway, Zhuangyan’s internal strength has not made any progress, but his fist skills are growing. During the days with Yang Songlin, Zhuangyan was able to use his fists to open bricks until the end!

This was a strange adventure by Zhuang Yan in the teaching team, but he also followed what Yang Songlin told him, that was, he was not allowed to mention this matter to others again.

Zhuang Yan thought, maybe Yang Songlin really had urine, so he was afraid that others would know.

Once he knows, he comes to him to become a disciple. I guess he doesn't need to be a soldier anymore, so he just switches to teach his disciples in the army.

This is a turbulent summer.

In the middle of the year, the students in the teaching team gradually became familiar with the environment, and the students who were originally soldiered in the first year also began to exert the smell of soldiers and turned into oil.

Everyone began to think that the rank of private, which had only a small slight bar on their shoulders was not imposing enough, so they asked the veterans to rank the ranks of senior soldiers, corporals, and even sergeants, and they hung them on their shoulders to live a veteran's addiction.

Solemnity is no exception.

He wore a sergeant rank, which he asked from Luo Xiaoming.

The opposite of the recruits are the coaches and squad leaders of the teaching team.

These old squad leaders seemed to see through everything, and began to love the rank of private who had only a thin line, simple and pure.

This phenomenon reminded Zhuang Yan of the words in some books he had read before.

They say that if you lack it, you will make up for it.

The new recruits lack the oil of veterans, so they try hard to make themselves more oily and become the appearance of veterans.

The veterans felt that they were about to leave the army, and they felt a little reluctant, but due to their identity as the squad leader and the dignity of the man, they were unwilling to say it out loud, so they could only wear the rank of private, so that they could recover a trace of their youth when they first entered the army from such almost childish and violated military rules.

In fact, this strange behavior is similar to some fashionable phenomena in society. The young like to pretend to be mature, while the mature like to pretend to be young.

So, in that July, the teaching brigade had some strange changes.

Often when gathering, I saw a very strange scene - an old haha ​​private stood in front of the queue and shouted a command, and the queue was full of top corporals, corporals, and sergeants. This funny and weird thing lasted for a long time until the leader of the weird squadron, Zhou Huping, suddenly felt something was wrong with the team in front of him after he ordered the name on a certain day.

After careful observation, he said annoyed: "Mom, you guys have all transferred your military ranks to yourself? Do you don't want to be a squad leader anymore? Want to be a private? Why have the private become a corporal and a sergeant? How many years have you been a soldier?"

Seeing the captain getting angry, everyone quickly transferred their rank back the next day, and finally it was not as weird as before.

That summer, there were a lot of things happening in the teaching brigade, and a lot of things happening in the third district team.

Finally, the list of military academy came out, and many squad leaders of the teaching brigade were on the list and were admitted to the Army Academy with excellent results.

Those who go to school will leave in August, so July becomes the last carnival time for these paramilitary school students in the original army.

During that time, among the class monitors, people often invited guests to drink at old oil shops.

That night, Zhuangyan Station's first shift, an hour after the lights went out, he suddenly saw a black shadow running towards him.

"Stop! Password!"

Zhuangyan immediately turned the muzzle forward, opened the safety and pushed the bullet to load it.

"Storm! Return to order!"

"Stone!"

"Male Gobi! Sangyan, hurry up and find two people to help!" The visitor ran to the lights of the barracks.

Zhuang Yan looked closely and found that it was Qian Zhongjun, the leader of the eighth squad!

"Squad Leader Eight, what happened?"

Looking at Qian Zhongjun who was sweating heavily and wearing a vest, Zhuangyan probably had trouble.
Chapter completed!