[Old Gao is really embarrassed in this chapter, and he borrows some of the writing methods of the old book]

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In the afternoon of the same day, Liu Jing wrote to the county magistrate to explain on behalf of Zhang Ping that he claimed that it was just a misunderstanding and was willing to withdraw Zhang Ping's impeachment.

Wang Ji, the governor of Xiangyang County, was also instructed by Kuai Yue and no longer insisted on this matter. The prefect of Xiangyang Li Gui followed suit and revoked Zhang Ping's offense and allowed Zhang Ping to resume his post.

Although Prefect Li was slow to deal with Zhang Ping and had no results, he acted quickly and efficiently in the revocation of the matter. The case was concluded half an hour later, and a small storm of taking office ended like this.

In the evening, Zhang Ping personally sent two deer deer according to the customs of Jingzhou to express his apology and conveyed Zhang Yun's apology to Liu Jing. Liu Jing happily accepted the deer deer. At this point, the matter came to a perfect end and the turmoil subsided.

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At the first update, Liu Jing appeared in front of the Han River. Only at this time would he become another person, a young man who struggled to realize his dream.

Liu Jing can never forget the situation when he first met Zhao Yun. His sharp shooting skills and the courage and courage that even millions of people have gone, that is his dream, and he will become such a powerful general.

There is still an appointment with Cai Jin two years later and one opponent after another he will face. Liu Jing has never been as urgent as he is today.

More importantly, Yu Zhenren helped him find a path to a top master. Yu Zhenren has led him into the door, and what remains is his own hard work.

‘Water is the spirit of all things, and water is also the source of power. Zilong grows in the mountains and fields, and uses wood to form martial arts. You will grow in the water and water should be the martial arts.

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Liu Jing was naked, wearing only a condensed body, holding a battle knife in his hand, staring at the dark Hanshui quietly, but was thinking about what Yu Zhenren said in his mind. At this moment, his nose cooled down and felt something in his heart. He raised his head and snowflakes floated in the sky.

It was fluttering, as thin as fluff. It was the New Year in ten days. It was the first time it snowed in Jingxiang. It was the snow that was the fate of water!

Liu Jing smiled, he chewed Yijin Pill and drank the marrow-cleaning wine in the small bottle. Soon, a raging fire ignited in his body. He bit his knife into his mouth and jumped into the cold and bone-breathing Han River.

The water splashed and instantly submerged him. He entered a dark world, surrounded by cold water flowing, and he could not see anything. He kept diving, as if he had entered a dark tunnel, which gave him a familiar feeling.

More than two months ago, didn’t his soul come to this era from such a dark tunnel?

If he dives endlessly like this, will he be able to return to his future generations? But the answer soon appears. No, he has touched the soft mud at the bottom of the river.

It is not far from the river bank, and the water depth is about 1 twelve feet, which is equivalent to four meters. He also dived under the bottom yesterday morning and found a big stone here.

The buoyancy at the bottom of the river was very strong, so he had to find a fixed point for himself. Soon he touched the big stone, and his legs tightly clamped the stone like riding a horse.

At this time, the elixir in his abdomen melted, causing his whole body to be burned by fire, extremely dry and hot, as if his internal organs were about to melt.

It was the coldest season of the year. Although it was the south, the river water was still bitingly cold, as if it was about to freeze the bone marrow. However, the heat in the abdomen made him unable to feel this cold.

The second training course assigned by Yu Zhenren was to enter the water three times a night, swim three thousand steps, and then sink to the bottom of the water to swing the knife. Each time, you must swing a knife one thousand times, and only breathe eight times in the middle, which means that he must swing the knife at least 120 times every time he holds his breath, so that he will force him to swing the knife as fast as possible.

This is something that ordinary people cannot imagine, but only in this way can they cultivate their strength to the greatest extent and fix the potential in their bodies.

It was not until this time that Liu Jing understood why he had to undergo a month of cruel training in the early stage, just to allow him to stay as much as possible under the water, which was actually to increase his physical strength and lung capacity.

At the bottom of the river, Liu Jing tightly clamped the stone with his legs and began to swing his knife in the water quickly.

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The cold and the resistance of water made it particularly difficult for him to swing his sword, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. He believed that Yu Zhenren had trained a top-notch general in the world and would definitely make himself successful again.

At the bottom of the dark river, Liu Jing's knife was swinging extremely rapidly, and waves of water were slashing from the water surface, and he had gradually adapted.

After slashing one hundred and twenty times, he floated to the water, changed his breath, sneaked into the bottom of the river again, and continued to swing his knife again and again.

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With a 'Wow!', he once again surfaced. This was his last breathing, and this time he was going to challenge himself.

Liu Jing dived underwater and waved his knife hard. His arms were sore and soft, and every bone in his body seemed to be broken.

In the boundless darkness under the water, he forced himself to swing his knife hard, defeating the soreness and pain of his arms, and almost biting the roots of his teeth.

He had swung 120 times, almost reaching his limit, but the goal he challenged was 150 times. He only felt that every cell in his body was about to explode, 136, 137.

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One hundred and thirty-eight, this pain made him unable to bear it anymore, his lungs were about to explode, and he was almost in a state of hypoxia.

One hundred and forty-eight, one hundred and forty-nine.

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His legs loosened and his body rose rapidly. As soon as he was about to rush out of the water, he swung his last knife in the water, one hundred and fifty!

‘Wow!’ He finally rushed out of the water, and a stream of fresh air hit his face. Liu Jing was limp and breathed in fresh air greedily.

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Liu Jing slowly swam ashore. At this time, his arms were extremely sore. Although he had been practicing physical strength for a month, his muscles were sore and unbearable when swinging a thousand swords in the water. Liu Jing did not complain. This was his willing choice. Even if Yu Zhenren was not by his side, he could still hold on.

After resting for a while, his physical strength recovered slightly. He swam into the Han River again and started his second course. He swam thousands of steps, not much, just a round trip upstream of the Han River. This is actually a way to restore his physical strength. He tried his best to relax his body.

Soon, a round-trip swimming ended. Liu Jing took a deep breath again, dived into the darkness at the bottom of the river, and began the second bottom of the knife practice.

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At this time, it was already dawn, and housewives from poor families began to wash clothes by the river, and the hammers knocked on the stones, making a 'bang!' sound.
To be continued...