The gun barrel shook, and the violent vibration made Li Yi use all his strength to stabilize it for a while, but he failed. The tail of the gun, like a snake's tail, swayed in a huge arc, and then hit Li Yi hard on the chest. He did not notice it.

, facing this unexpected force, he retreated in embarrassment.

The gun tip trembled unsteadily, and Mr. Li stood there calmly, looking at Li Yi who fell to the ground with a smile.

"How is this possible?" Li Yi lost his voice.

He was so fast just now. Even if Mr. Li's martial arts skills were high, he could only dodge. How could he be so fast in an instant? From dodging to grabbing the iron gun, he could do it all in one go. With the power of the river and sea, Li Yi was

It was like a small boat in front of him, with no room for resistance.

"Come here." Mr. Li said without moving.

Li Yi got up with a face full of surprise, walked to Mr. Li, and pressed his body gently. The body under the clothes was so stiff that it seemed that it was not flesh and blood at all, but an iron man made of steel.

"Stab my chest with an iron spear." Mr. Li said again.

Li Yi did not refuse this time. He took the iron gun and stabbed it hard.

"What's going on? How can a human body be so hard?"

Li Yi was surprised and increased his strength, but after the iron spear pierced the cloth, it was as if it was impaled on an iron wall and it was difficult to penetrate even an inch. No matter how hard he tried, it only made Mr. Li retreat slightly and could not penetrate even a single inch.

This is simply the legendary copper skin and iron bones, an indestructible body!

"This is Qi." Mr. Li revealed his skinny chest. The muscles there were as if they were made of steel, making it impossible for an iron spear to penetrate.

"gas?"

Li Yi didn't understand.

"Qi is very mysterious. You can understand it as a kind of energy, just like our blood." Mr. Li muttered, "Everyone has blood in his body, and the blood in people who practice martial arts is even better. Blood is the source of a martial artist's strength.

, can make us faster, heavier, and stronger, but once it is exhausted, it will be very weak. When this blood energy is condensed from the blood, it is the energy in my body. This energy is not only limited to the blood, but also

It not only makes us physically stronger and stronger, it can be integrated into muscles, turning muscles into steel, and integrated into eyes, making our vision sharper. Its functions are endless."

Mr. Li took a sip of wine and raised his eyebrows: "Your blood is extraordinary. This is a good thing and a bad thing."

"A bad thing? Is it such a bad thing to have strong blood?" Li Yi asked.

"The transformation of blood into qi is a leap in strength. Tell me, is it easier to boil a pot of water into a bowl of water, or is it easier to boil a vat of water into a bowl of water?" Mr. Li looked at Li Yi with a smile.

"Needless to say, of course it's a pot of water." Li Yi said directly.

"That's right. Ordinary people's blood is like a pot of water. It just needs to be boiled into a bowl of water. But yours is a tank of water. It needs to be boiled into a bowl of water. This process is not that easy."

"I don't care whether it's a pot of water or a tank of water." Li Yi looked into Mr. Li's eyes and said seriously: "As long as there is someone I should defeat, I will defeat him."

Mr. Li opened his mouth slightly, was silent for a while, and then laughed out loud, "Okay, okay, good answer, good answer."

After speaking, he held the iron gun with his backhand and slapped Li Yi on the chest with a sweep, knocking him down into the river.

Li Yi drank a lot of water. As soon as his head popped up, he was patted down by Mr. Li.

"Hold your breath and feel the blood in your body." Mr. Li raised his head and took a sip of strong wine, with a very cheerful smile on his face.

Li Yi listened to Mr. Li's instructions, relaxed his body, got into the bottom of the river, chose a stone, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and fell silent.

The darkness is deep and silent. Under the pressure of the surrounding rivers, there is no sound at all. It is like being alone in the universe, lonely and void, groping forward in the endless darkness, unable to see the direction, hearing no sound, everything

Deadly silence, yet unknown.

Li Yi kept calming his feelings and getting rid of distracting thoughts, but he didn't feel anything unique.

As time went on, it became more and more difficult for him to hold his breath, and his heartbeat became faster. Just when he was about to come out of the water to breathe, his heart suddenly shook and he sat back down again.

The next moment, with the beating of his heart, he seemed to sense something, a rhythm of life.

Why is blood gas called blood gas? It is because the heart continuously pumps out fresh blood, making the body run and full of vitality. In other words, in the eyes of the ancients, the flow of blood is the prosperity of life, and the beating of the heart is the rhythm of life.

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And what Mr. Li allowed himself to feel was life.

Li Yi opened his eyes and emerged from the water.

"How is it?" Mr. Li's eyes became aggressive, "Do you feel anything?"

Li Yi was silent for a while and whispered: "Blood is the power of life, the power that supports us alive."

Mr. Li was stunned. He didn't expect Li Yi to say such words. Facing the slightly immature face, he leaned forward hesitantly, "Have you ever seen death?"

Those pale faces appeared in Li Yi's mind, looking at Mr. Li's dark eyes, he nodded heavily.

Mr. Li sat back on the ground and said nothing.

Li Yi shrank back a little awkwardly, was silent for a while, and suddenly raised his head: "Master, I used to have many companions. The meaning of our lives is to work hard, because every day we are likely to die on the cold mechanical platform.

"Many times I thought I was going to die. I saw my dead companions standing beside me. Some wanted to take me away, while others wanted me to live. No matter how I spoke, I couldn't make a sound."

Mr. Li lowered his head slightly, holding the ice-like iron spear.

His mind was pulled into the deep memories. There were people lying there, and the ground was full of dead people, but they were obviously dead, but they were still talking to him with their mouths open.

Mr. Li shuddered himself, sobered up, raised his head and drank a large gulp of strong wine.

"Do you know why I asked you to go to the bottom of the river?" Mr. Li looked at Li Yi blankly and said.

"You are right. Blood is life. Without blood, there is no life. There is only a yellow spring between the mortal world and hell, which is the boundary between life and death. There, you can experience life more and be aware of it.

Blood."

"You are very talented. You will definitely be better than me in the future, and you will be a better drinker than me." Mr. Li laughed for a long time before barely restraining himself. His chest heaved and he handed over the wine gourd in his hand.

Li Yi's eyes were unusually bright.

Li Yi took a small sip and felt like a ball of fire flowing down his throat and into his stomach. He could only breathe a long sigh of relief and suppress the fire in his heart.

"Hahahaha, you have to learn to drink and let the flames burn your heart. Only in this way, your heart will not feel cold and painful." Mr. Li stood up and left slowly with the iron gun, leaving only Li

Yi is a person.

In the next few days, in addition to handling affairs, Li Yi has been practicing spear skills with Mr. Li. With the guidance of this famous teacher, Li Yi is no longer crude and arrogant when using guns, but more sophisticated.

While his combat skills are improving rapidly, Li Yi's perception and application of blood energy are also strengthening.

Originally, he only used brute force, but now after sensing the flow of blood, he can use the power of blood to burst into attacks. The destructive power is much stronger, comparable to the combat power of ancient warriors.

Of course, with Wang's presence, Li Yi's homework has not fallen behind. Although it is not that he is proficient in all poems and songs, he has memorized and studied the Confucian classics The Analects, the Four Books and the Five Classics, and he is no longer Wu Xia Amen.

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Summer is almost here, and there has been more and more rain recently. It will not clear up until the next two or three days. At this time, the whole house is very humid.

Every time it rained, Li Yi would go to the river to sit quietly and feel the rhythm of life. At first, it was to feel the blood. Later, he found more and more that when he meditated by the river, his whole person seemed to have an inexplicable feeling.

When I am moved, I often come back to my senses with my eyes already a little moist.

His current life makes him very satisfied. Everyone goes to work every day to receive merit, and when walking on the road, he can see the villagers chatting with smiles on their faces. He can have enough to eat and a house to live in. This kind of life is simple.

But also very happy.

It has been raining recently, and the villagers have been hiding at home to rest. Xiao Yu'er couldn't bear it anymore, so she invited Li Yi to go to each house to persuade their children to study.

Xiao Yu'er is now the person in charge of social studies in Anxin. Because of the good teaching in the night school, Zhao Renchang also abandoned the conventional wisdom and asked her to lead the children of social studies in class. He also gave her an important task, which is to recall those who have not studied in social studies.

Students coming to class.

After the social studies were first established, Li Yi required that children between the ages of six and sixteen in every household could attend school for free and learn to read.

Learning calligraphy is a very noble thing. In the eyes of the villagers, those who can read and write are gentlemen and are very capable. They should be respected. I used to live a life of hunger and food, but now I have settled down.

Being able to study for free is naturally a great thing.

But on the other hand, there are still many families who look at their children sniffling or picking up cow dung, and they don't look like they are ready to study, so they just let them work at home and do not study.

Xiao Yuer put in a lot of effort, but the effect was not great, which made her very frustrated.

The two of them went to each house to mobilize. After some hesitation, they agreed, but some refused to agree.

In their view, their children are not good at studying at all. Instead of wasting time in school, they might as well do some work at home and live a good life.

Now even Li Yi became frustrated.

They all have their own reasons. They think that now that they have a career, they just need to work honestly. As long as they work hard, they can live a good life, and there is no need to study. But if you work hard, you can live a good life.

Days? If so, why did they become refugees, and why did so many people like them end up dead in the wilderness and become withered bones?

If you want to live a good life in peace and contentment, you must study, know where the taxes you pay are used, know whether the court's policies are right or wrong, know how to solve the problems you suffer, and more importantly, know how to participate in this way

into the management of this country.

Li Yi knew that they did not have such an opportunity now, but that did not mean that there would never be such an opportunity.

The common people cannot be bullied. The prerequisite is that they must have their own dignity and know how to use their own power, and all of this requires an armed brain. What Li Yi is doing now is to give them such a foundation.

This matter should be handled by the old patriarch. When he led the security chief to the door and cursed her, the shrew who had just driven away Xiao Yuer with a stubborn face suddenly lowered her head with a red face and agreed.

Let the children learn.

Rights and authority are both indispensable, and only by working together can we lead in a good direction.

Of course, the most important thing is that there is nothing wrong with reading and literacy. Although the folks don’t think very clearly, they can often find the best choice in the face of interests and risks. The more choices they are given, the more willing they will be.
To be continued...