Zhutian Avenue

Among the mountains, the manor lake.

The breeze blew across the lake, rushing wet.

The artificial lake in Xue's Manor is drawn from the spring water in the mountains. The water quality is very good, and the fish and shrimp in it are without natural enemies. They swim in groups.

I walked on the wooden bridge leading to the lake center pavilion, An Qisheng talked with Jing Xiaolou.

"Nothing happens, the teacher likes to sit quietly in the heart of the lake, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter."

There is a smile on the floor of Tong Jingxiao, and his words are not rushed and hurry:

"In recent years, more and more people have visited. Although the teacher doesn't care much, we disciples must be checked."

"The master's mind is not comparable to others."

Luan Qisheng sighed slightly.

Xuan Da Xuan Wu's wind is very strong, but there is only three people except the one who saw that God is not bad.

The trace of Taoist is rare. Han Longhua has not been in retreat for many years. It is only this master Xue Ye who is really normal in the world.

Seeing the great masters at the **** level, they were placed in ancient times, the land gods were born, and the great country masters after entering the world.

Characters of this level can point to the younger generations day after day, year after year, and it is no wonder that they admire the martial arts of the North and the South, and in a word can eliminate the disputes between the North and the South.

谈话 Between the two, they are close to the lake center pavilion.

Lu Anqisheng looked up. An old man held a fishing rod and sat in the lake heart pavilion.

The old man was wearing a cardigan and stepping on cloth shoes. He had to be gray, his back was thin, and his figure was not high.

But sitting cross-legged, the entire human aura and the entire lake center pavilion, and even the entire lake into one.

As a result, both An Qisheng stopped subconsciously, for fear that taking a step forward would destroy this harmonious aura.

"This gas field ..."

Luan Qisheng was very sensitive and keenly felt wrong.

I just stepped back and forth, it seems to have stepped into the other side of the world.

He was peaceful, peaceful, and floating, and his feeling of indisputableness filled his mind, so that he could feel the joy of body and mind.

"this is?"

Luan Qisheng was shocked.

Under this kind of aura, can anyone not rise to violence?

"Teacher."

Wu Jing Xiaolou bowed slightly.

"Eight poles, An Qisheng, meet the great master."

Luan Qisheng saluted.

"Fish, hooked."

The old man in the heart of Laohu raised his head, lifted a fishing rod, a grass carp twisted his body, and slapped the lake with splashes.

"Eight pole punch."

The old man took the grass carp and put it in the fish basket, then turned around.

I saw the old man's face was thin and thin, his beard was gray, and his deep eyes were as deep as the sea.

He looked at An Qisheng, his eyes rippled:

"A few years ago, the unsuccessful sons of the Wang family died bravely overseas and lost the essence of octapoles. I heard a while ago that a junior had found out the essence of octopus boxing. Did you give it to him?"

"Yes."

An Qisheng nodded.

It has been several months since the eighth boxing fist passed to Wang Anfeng, and it is not surprising that it has spread.

"There are hundreds of boxing techniques in the world. The older generation's leftovers may not be the best, but they cannot be lost. They can be found back. It is very good."

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes lightened more and more gently:

"A good child, come and sit."

"Thank you Grand Master."

Luan Qisheng thanked him and walked towards the lake center pavilion with Jing Xiaolou.

As I walked, An Qisheng's aura was getting clearer and clearer. This feeling was very wonderful. For example, as a child, lying on the grass and looking up at the blue clear sky, Yun Cun Yun Shu.

In the heart of the lake, there are stone tables and chairs.

The old man lowered the fishing rod and motioned for them to sit to his left and right.

"When I was young, I learned boxing, talent, and conditions were not good, but I was barely considered diligent, walking and thinking, sitting and thinking, practicing early and late, in the end let me practice Kung Fu ... ..... "

When the two took a seat, the old man took a tea cup and took a sip, and said slowly:

"With three minutes of effort, my mood is different. I love to work with people. I have played against all fighters in the north and the south. Bajiquan is the first time I have seen it. It ’s been more than sixty years since then. ... "

The old man's voice was flat but condensed, and as he spoke, he was involuntarily attracted to all minds.

Lu Anqisheng's heart emerged from the life of the great master.

大 This grand master is almost ninety years old now, and his martial arts reputation is arguably the highest in the Daxuan martial arts circle.

But when he was young, he was not a peacekeeper.

After his kung fu success, he went from south to north, picking many places.

But since the ancient times, martial arts players have been unable to avoid **** casualties.

怎么 What if my brother who was raised since childhood was beaten by a person with a disability?

What if the younger brother who was behind him the next day was abolished?

My disciples who have worked hard for more than ten years have been frustrated and ruined their future. What should I do?

Only fight!

Xu Yi, swept across the north and the south, is extremely glorious, but in the end, it was the grand master who was almost chopped to death several times and killed in the wilderness.

Xun Gangsheng forced him to join the army for nine years, half to learn how to fight in the army, and half to seek refuge.

This kind of grievance, until seven years in the army, he worked hard, hit another road from north to south, and conquered all enemies.

I just came to an end.

As for how this great master can make all the enemies dare not come to the door and dare not find complaints, no one knows this.

"Old, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is endless as soon as I recall it."

I said a lot, the old man stopped talking and looked at An Qisheng:

"You hit a set of punches, let me see."

Luan Qisheng looked around, but the wooden bridge leading to the lakeside pavilion was only two meters wide. The fishing poles and fishing baskets, stone tables and benches in the lakeside pavilion also had very little space.

"it is good!"

没 He refused to stand up, jumped out of Huxin Pavilion, and stood on the narrow wooden bridge.

拱 After arching his hand slightly, he opened his fist.

With the punches together, An Qisheng's temperament suddenly changed, as if he suddenly changed from a handsome young man to a sudden battlefield!

Woo!

He stepped into a fist, transitioning from extreme silence to extreme movement.

Stepping back and forth, swinging left and right, the energy pulsates endlessly in the body, under the white sportswear, it looks like a little mouse.

Bang bang bang ~

之上 On the narrow wooden bridge, An Qisheng's heart was calm, and he punched and forgot himself.

The fist punched out the shin, knees, waist, shoulders, elbows, wrists, palms, fingers, all over the body.

The boxing fist is like a gun, there are spears on the body!

"Good domineering!"

In the gazebo, Jing Xiaolou's eyes lightened slightly.

He just saw that An Qisheng kung fu got on, but he never expected that he was practicing such a mighty foreign boxing.

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu fought against the great master of the Eight Great Kings Wang Honglin, and later said that the eight poles were fierce first! Looking at it now, the first may be exaggerated, but it is also extraordinary.

Watching An Qisheng practicing boxing, the old man nodded slightly:

"Small building, you fight with this child with pictographic fist,

Take a look, three hundred years ago, the fierce fierce first, is not comparable to the fierce fierce first. "