Chapter 22: Boxing Wild Boar

  Crouching in the fields, waiting for the arrival of wild boars, a whole night passed, until the moon hid and the sun rose, but the wild boars did not come.

  "Alas, it's been a sleepless night."

  He changed his sitting position from cross-legged to standing up straight, and Zhao Ji stretched out a lazy waist, and his whole body burst out with a crispy sound like stir-frying beans.

  "Brother Zhao, I'm really sorry to have wasted your whole evening. From tonight on, you don't need to come and keep watch anymore. If we really encounter wild boars, I'll send someone to call for you, how's that?"

  With a face full of shame and guilt, Zeng had once apologized to Zhao.

  "No need, in that case, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it on time, so I'll just stake out here instead. It shouldn't take more than a few days to catch the wild boar."

  With a wave of his hand, Zhao Ji refused and expressed his own thoughts.

  "Then, thank you Brother Zhao, let's go back and rest."

  Zeng Yu invited him in.

  They stared and waited quietly for the arrival of the wild boar, although a dozen or so villagers took turns keeping watch, by the end of the night, all the villagers were still very tired, but Zhao didn't seem to be sleepy at all.

  In the first half of the night, Zhao Ji was still sitting cross-legged, practicing Yi Jin Jing. By the second half of the night, he fell asleep directly while sitting, and his rest was not bad, without any drowsiness.

  For the next two days, Zhao Jixing kept his promise and went to the fields every night with a group of villagers to lie in wait for the wild boar.

  For ordinary villagers who depend on the land for their livelihood, the thousands of acres of good fields outside the village and the crops in the fields can be said to be their life.

  Because he knew how important the crops were to the villagers of Zengjia Village, Zhao Ji was willing to stay in the fields for several days without catching the wild boar that destroyed the crops, and vowed not to give up.

  A dozen or so people were either sitting or lying on the ridge, except for Zeng Yu and Zhao Ji, everyone else was sleeping. Zeng Yu was keeping watch, as for Zhao Ji, he temporarily had no tasks to perform.

  "Zeng, if you're tired, just sleep, I'll keep watch for you."

  Zeng Yi's head was spinning, his eyes almost couldn't open, Zhao said in a very soft voice.

  "No need, Zhao brother, you just rest for now. Wait a while, if the wild boar comes, we'll still need your help."

  Forced to rouse his spirits, he had declined the invitation.

  "But can you handle it?"

  Zhao Ji anxiously asked.

  For several days, Zeng had not rested well and his spirit was low. His state was also poor, which made Zhao Ji somewhat worried that he might not be able to hold on.

  "I'll stare for half an hour and then I can sleep well."

  Zeng Yu gritted his teeth and said.

  The order of night watch was decided by everyone together, and Zeng Yidao was arranged to be last, which was a consideration for him, so he didn't have to worry about being woken up in the middle of sleep.

  "Alright then, I'll take a rest first."

  Zeng had made up his mind, so Zhao did not force him.

  He sat down with his legs crossed, closed his eyes, and Zhao Ji's spirit was highly concentrated, feeling the flow of air in his dantian, operating the Shenzhao Jing, and carrying out the Dazhoutian transport.

  The cultivation of Neigong is extremely important, and diligence is equally important. The cultivation of internal power requires years of accumulation, a process that makes it difficult to be lazy.

  Diligent and hardworking, Zhao Ji was very clear about the reason, so he didn't want to relax for a moment, even when guarding at night in the fields, there was no slack.

  Immersed in the practice of Shen Zhao Jing, feeling the internal energy circulating in his body, Zhao Ji gradually entered a state and almost reached a state of complete absorption.

  "Here comes, here comes, wild boar is coming."

  In the quiet night sky, suddenly, a loud shout, like a thunderbolt, burst forth, startling Zhao Ji out of his meditative state.

  When Zhao suddenly woke up and got up, more than a dozen villagers woke up one after another, grabbed the weapons beside them, looked around, and searched for the wild boar's trail, causing chaos on the scene.

  After all, they were just ordinary people. When faced with sudden events, the villagers found it difficult to remain calm and composed. Only Zeng Dashuai was slightly stronger and managed to remain unruffled in the face of danger.

  "Everyone be quiet."

  He stood up tall, his piercing eyes scanning the scene before him. His face darkened and he let out a loud, stern shout.

  That loud shout produced a wave of sound that spread out over the calm lake surface, rippling outward into the evening emptiness, like a clear night sky exploding with a sudden clap of thunder.

  A loud rumbling sound, the waves howled, and more than a dozen villagers felt as if their ears had been heavily hammered. The sudden panic that struck their hearts was immediately swept away.

  "Everyone, don't panic, disperse and prepare for battle."

  As soon as the second sentence was spoken, Zhao Ji's body had already rushed out.

  A figure emerged from the shadows, and under the cover of night, it was faint to the point of almost non-existence. Zhao Ji charged forward, facing a wild boar that was rushing straight at him.

  Five wild boars, two large and three small, should be a family in Zhao Ji's eyes. The five wild boars rushed over at high speed, with smoke and dust rolling under their hooves, and an unstoppable momentum.

  Only five wild boars, when they rushed over, had the momentum of dozens of cavalry rushing forward, extremely powerful and domineering, making those villagers who had just calmed down change their expressions again.

  Facing this fierce momentum's direct impact, Zhao Ji didn't show a hint of abnormality, his expression calm and composed, as he charged towards the five wild boars without stopping.

  His figure flashed and changed, in a few breaths, Zhao Ji had arrived behind the five wild boars, his hands clenched into fists, striking out with a casual swing.

  Two fists struck out with the power of Bajiquan, assisted by the strong internal energy, the power of the two fists is unmatched, where can two small wild boars withstand it.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Only two dull thuds were heard, and the two small wild boars that were hit by Zhao Ji's double fists flew up instantly and heavily smashed onto the ground, "hmm hmm" for a long time, unable to get up.

  This was still Zhao Ji holding back, otherwise, with one blow, the two small wild boars would not have been so lightly injured, and it would not be unusual for them to die on the spot.

  Without stopping for a moment after the first strike, Zhao Ji's figure flashed and he pounced on the two large wild boars in front of him. At this time, the wild boars were almost about to rush into the fields.

  A dozen or so villagers, under Zhao Ji's two loud rebukes, barely regained their composure, dispersed and avoided the wild boar's direct charge. After that, the villagers with longbows began to bend their bows and set up arrows.

  The arrow was on the string and just about to be released when everyone saw a brilliant move by Zhao, and their hands involuntarily slowed down.

  One step forward, he chased after two large wild boars from behind. Zhao Ji struck out with both fists again, in exactly the same manner.

  The inner energy passes through the meridians and is transported to the arm, and the double fists are launched in the way of Baguazhang's power generation. The two fists rush out, hitting the two wild boars right on target, resulting in an identical outcome.

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