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When he woke up the next morning, the sky was still dark. Fortunately, there were many stars in the sky, which added a bit of light to the night.

The lights in Old Master Huang's house were already flashing. As the saying goes, a demon that was one foot taller than me by one foot is 10 feet. Old Master Huang woke up even earlier than me.

Old Master Huang was sitting upright on a chair, even drinking water in a very upright posture, just like a scholar in an old society. Half a day later, the Old Master Huang finally started speaking, "Zhao Long, today, I have time to get some sand and some wood."

To be honest, I've never used a special training device like a wooden stake. I want to try.

It was possible that our movements had awoken our parents, who also woke up early. After coming out, they sat on the sofa and exchanged a few pleasantries with Master Huang.

At this moment, a loud female voice could be heard from outside the door, "It's time to eat, it's time to eat breakfast!"

In a moment, You Meng entered the door with the food pot, her face filled with vitality and vigor.

It was only then that I realised, You Meng had already woken up. She had snuck into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for us.

He felt rather touched.

After finishing You Meng's congee, the three of us ran straight to the Yellow River Beach.

A cool breeze blew, the river water gurgled, and figures could be seen everywhere.

Cultivating on the river bank has a unique flavor, Old Master Huang is very strict with me, every movement requires perfection. Training with the Old Master Huang was truly the two challenge of the limits of body and mind. Old Master Huang used a method that combined both physical and fist techniques. Every half an hour of boxing, I would have to practice my physical fitness for another ten minutes or so. In the cool of the late autumn and early winter, even though I was only wearing a thin tracksuit, I was drenched in sweat and didn't feel dry. Those who don't know what happened would think that I had just fallen into a river. But I like this feeling of challenging my limits. When I'm unusually tired, it's also when my mind is shaking because I feel that I'm improving, because I see the direction, and I'm moving towards my goal, step by step, closer, closer.

Thai fist, boxing, Taekwondo, karate, etc.

Under the teaching of the Old Master Huang, I gradually gained a deeper understanding of the Fighting Techniques at the apex of the world.

Chinese kungfu, Punch Path, Wing Chun Fist.

These Fighting Techniques s were also explained extremely thoroughly by the Old Master Huang, every move and every move was just right, containing all sorts of meaning.

Time passed day by day just like that.

I work overtime every day and progress every day.

… ….

In the blink of an eye, twenty days had passed, and the coaching for all kinds of fist techniques had been completed. Just as I wanted to ask Master Huang for guidance, Master Huang suddenly said goodbye.

After receiving this information, I became extremely anxious, but the Master Huang refused to reveal his whereabouts, saying only that he was going to the Jinnan Society to meet old friends.

I offered to go with him, but he refused.

Before Master Huang left, he gave me a fighting notes. It was very thick, around four to five hundred pages. Master Huang told me that this was an experience and technique that he had gained from training for the past ten years.

If he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

Just like this, the Master Huang came and left in a hurry.

He was like a master from all over the world, roaming the martial arts world and roaming the four seas.

He was just like a beautiful legend. No one knew his true identity, and no one knew where he went or where he ended up.

After Old Master Huang left, my heart didn't feel good, but I quickly merged into the intense training, and repeatedly practiced using the notes left behind by my teacher, benefiting me greatly.

Of course, after that, You Meng was the only one who accompanied me on my daily cultivation.

When I was training, You Meng would stand by the side and watch. Sometimes she would clap, and sometimes she would help me wipe away my sweat.

When we were tired, we walked along the riverbank, talking and laughing in the cool river breeze.

Sometimes, You Meng would step on the river bank barefooted and play Sand Treading. She was like a child who had not grown up yet, dancing lightly and happily, her hair fluttering in the wind, like a skilled dancer who was twisting her waist to her heart's content.

The morning sun gradually rose, shining against her beautiful and adorable face. The river sand beneath her feet emitted rays of golden light.

Under these circumstances, I recall my childhood.

You Meng, on the other hand, seemed to have evolved into a playmate of mine from my childhood, one that was both innocent and mischievous.

Stepping on sand on the Yellow River Beach was our favorite game as children.

Maybe the girls from the big city were curious, You Meng had never played this kind of game before. Her hands and feet danced happily as she rolled up her pant legs, revealing her snow-white calves and ankles. The white soles of her feet and the mud flats beneath her feet made a crisp "plop plop plop" sound. The sand became softer and wetter, and started to seep outwards. You Meng is also getting more and more happy, she stepped on it while looking at me, and excitedly said: "This is so fun, so fun, my feet are so comfortable!"

I only added fuel to the fire by scaring her, "You Meng, don't be too complacent, be careful of leaking."

You Meng pouted and said: "Tch, who would believe it, this is all sand, how can I let it go?"

I said, "Don't believe it, the silt of the Yellow River, we call it mud, no matter how dry the riverbank, stepping on it for a period of time will still be able to step on the water. The more you step on it, the softer it gets, and the more you step on it, the more wet it gets. It's all water under it, and if you step on it for two hours, the mud and dirt will swallow up to your waist. "

You Meng did not believe me, and stared at me: "Damn it! Only those who believe you are evil. "

But the reality didn't allow her to not believe, half an hour later, both of You Meng's legs had already sunk deeply into the silt.

She finally believed that the mud and sand of the Yellow River could 'eat' people.

Tired from stepping, You Meng crawled out from the silt, her two beautiful little feet were covered in mud. Only then did You Meng realize that something was wrong, and grumbled: "Aiya, what should I do, I even dirtied my feet." As she spoke, he looked around to see if there was any place she could wash his feet in.

I smiled. "It's neither dirty nor dirty. The silt in the Yellow River is not dirty. "

You Meng laughed and scolded: "The Yellow River's silt is not dirty? "Zhao Long, oh Zhao Long, what are you thinking?!"

I explained, "When the mud on your feet is dry, your feet will be cleaner than they were washed. The mud in the Yellow River was different from the mud in other places. It was sandy. This kind of fine sand from the Yellow River can be used to fry peanuts and seeds, and to fry beans. You can also use it as a diaper for children. "

You Meng opened her eyes wide, as if she was listening to an astronomical night story. What? Using sand as a diaper? Are you crazy? Are you trying to fool your child? "I don't believe you."

I said smilingly, "You don't have to believe me." I grew up in the sand. "

You Meng giggled, "Zhao Long, what you're saying is getting more and more outrageous. If you said that you grew up by playing with sand, I would have still believed it, but how did you grow up from sand?"

I explained: "The silt in the Yellow River is a great wealth brought by nature to the Yellow River children. The dried goods made from sand were extremely fragrant, and the beans made from sand were also well-known. Of course, the biggest contribution of the sand to us is that he played his role in diapers. The children that grew up on the banks of the Yellow River all grew up sleeping in cloth bags filled with sand. They would fry the sand in a pot and then sew it into cloth bags, making it a precious piece of land for the children to sleep peacefully. "Not only do you save money on whether or not you need to pee, but you can also treat and prevent common diseases in many young children, such as red buttocks, eczema, and growing up in sandbags. These symptoms never occur to children …"

You Meng was stunned when she heard it, and when I finished speaking, she asked me doubtfully: "Are you serious? "Why can't I believe it?"

I said, "If you don't believe me, go back and ask your mother-in-law, or check online. There seems to be records of this on the internet as well."

You Meng was startled, and blurted out a question: "My mother-in-law?"

I smiled. "You're my girlfriend now, so isn't my mother your mother-in-law?"

You Meng's face slightly blushed and she stuck her tongue out.

When You Meng looked at her feet again, a miracle had occurred.