Tang Ding now likes this feeling of hiding the front more and more, the strength is contained but not vomited, the trigger is not triggered, and he still feels that he still has spare strength at any time.

When you hold the strength, you feel like a balloon full of air, light and full.

Although Tang Ding's fist was still a little far from the little guard's face, it gave him the feeling as if Tang Ding's punch had hit his face, and his strength was not spitting, and his stimulating face was like a needle prick.

If the little guard was Han Qiusheng, Han Qiusheng would be surprised that Tang Ding had practiced his dark strength.

Han Qiusheng has been practicing boxing for nearly 20 years, but he has only touched the edge of dark energy, and he has not yet practiced dark energy. Tang Ding has only been practicing boxing for a few days, and he has practiced dark energy.

The dark energy is like a needle, and it is a penetrating force, although there is no close body, but the strength has penetrated the body.

The so-called Tibetan Feng that Han Qiusheng said is the trick of practicing skills to develop dark energy.

The edge should be hidden, and when the edge is hidden, the strength will naturally reach the body, and it will be played secretly when punching.

However, this little guard still refused to admit defeat, he wrapped his left arm upward, knocked Tang Ding's cannon fist to the side, and hit Tang Ding's left chest with a probe horse's palm with his right hand, Tang Ding's left drill fist directly hit the little guard's probe horse's palm from the bottom to the side, and the drill fist directly hit his throat, and the strength was still holding but not spitting.

The secret of drilling boxing is to hit people with the front hand and exert strength with the back hand.

Although the beating is the front hand, the strength is contained in the back hand. Han Qiusheng had already told Tang Ding about this truth, but Tang Ding had never experienced it deeply, and now he was hiding his strength, and Tang Ding was more skillful in using this "front hand to beat people, back hand to exert strength".

At this moment, the little guard already knew that his skills were a little worse, but he failed again and again, and he was a little annoyed and angry, he lowered the dragon, hugged the tiger, squatted with the bear, and pushed the crane one after another, Tang Ding resolved them one by one, and there was only one move.

In the end, he turned his body around, and struck the most classic "close leaning" of the eight poles, leaning towards Tang Ding. This close lean was too fierce, Tang Ding didn't dare to take it hard, his feet moved, his body rotated, avoiding his lean, his right fist was on top, hooking the guard's hand and pulling back, his left fist was down, hiding and hitting forward, and the horizontal fist in the Xingyi Five Elements Boxing.

The trick of horizontal fist is: horizontal fist does not see horizontal.

The horizontal punch is not horizontal, but forward.

Tang Ding's horizontal punch is the strength of the hidden hit, and it hits straight forward.

At this time, Tang Ding's strength was not to contain but not to vomit, but to fight and collect, and beat this little guard who was proficient in Bajiquan out at once, and struggled for a long time without getting up.

Another guard helped him up, and Han Qiusheng went to rub his chest and abdomen that was hit by Tang Ding, and after a while, he came to his senses.

"Good kung fu!" Han Qiusheng praised from the bottom of his heart, "I have been practicing boxing for nearly twenty years, and I am still hovering on the edge of dark energy, you have only practiced for a few days, and you have reached dark energy, admiration, admiration." ”

"Occasionally, occasionally. ”

Tang Ding knew that his dark energy kung fu was actually not achieved overnight, if it were not for his six years of Taoist internal strength cultivation, even if he understood the truth that dark energy was hidden feng, it would not be possible to reach dark energy so quickly.

"Xiao Han, I see that you are also a cultural person, and you also write a few words for everyone to see. Shu Lao saw that Han Qiusheng looked polite and polite, and the words he said were very philosophical, his fists were reasonable, his words were literal, and his kung fu and calligraphy were actually figured out.

"I don't know calligraphy, so let my lover write a few!"

Han Qiusheng called his wife Wanjun, the husband and wife glanced at each other, their hearts were connected, Wanjun picked up the pen and wrote sixteen words, which were the sixteen words written by Shu Lao just now: The mountain is not high, there are immortals, the water is not deep, and there are dragons.

After writing, Shu Lao looked at the sixteen words on the paper in surprise, which turned out to be exactly the same as what he had written.

The old man was surprised to take the pair of words written by Shu Lao just now, and compared them with this character, and was surprised to find that these two characters, whether it is the pen movement technique, or the turning technique, or the subtle differences, are exactly the same, and there is no difference at all.

Calligraphy is actually the most powerful. If the skill is a little worse, there will be a difference in the characters. Copying is more difficult than writing. You can write as you like, but copying must be done strictly according to the characteristics of the imitator.

Shu Lao's characters are difficult to imitate, otherwise he would not be able to be called one of the two most famous calligraphers after liberation.

If he hadn't seen this character written by Wanjun with his own eyes, Shu Lao would have thought that this character was written by himself. However, if you look closely, you can still see some differences, but this difference is not visible to outsiders at all, because every calligrapher has a special feeling for his own characters, and this feeling is an important means to judge the authenticity of the characters.

It's like closing your eyes and touching your own child, what is your own is your own, and you can touch it at once.

"This, you really wrote this, how did you do it?"

"My dad has liked Shu Lao's calligraphy since I was a child, so when I was very young, I began to copy Shu Lao's calligraphy and paintings, but at that time it was just graffiti, and it wasn't until five years ago that I finally got the hang of it and imitated some of the shapes. Wanjun talked eloquently.

"Lingzun is?"

"My dad's name is Qi Zuofeng. ”

"Qi Zuofeng, Qi Zuofeng?" Shu Lao thought about it carefully, and suddenly asked in surprise, "Could it be that your grandfather is an old man from Baishi?"

Wanjun nodded, "Well, my dad is my grandfather's youngest son, after my grandfather's death, he saw the catastrophe, he was disheartened with the country, and settled abroad. ”

"Alas!" Speaking of the catastrophe, Shu Lao also sighed. However, he was very happy to see the granddaughter of the deceased. In the last few years of his life, the old man Baishi saw Shu Hai's words, Shu Lao was still young at that time, but the words were written very spiritually, the old man Baishi pointed him out, but he did not accept him as an apprentice, and it has been more than 60 years.

But it is not difficult to deny that Shu Lao did benefit a lot from Old Man Baishi.

Shu Lao was very happy to see the granddaughter of the deceased, and suddenly he thought of another thing, "By the way, you just said that you can paint? ”

Qi Wanjun did not shirk it, changed a piece of paper again, picked up a pen and painted, painting Shu Lao's "Spring Return Picture".

"Spring Return", which Tang Ding saw in the underground black market in Guangchuan, was bought by Han Qiusheng, but at that time this painting became a cover for stealing Ugin soft armor.

Moreover, Tang Ding heard Han Qiusheng say that this painting was copied by Qi Wanjun.

Qi Wanjun's copy of this "Spring Return" is very fast, so fast that it will be completed in ten minutes.

Shu Lao's eyes widened in surprise again, this is exactly the same, in Shu Lao's memory, his painting is like this, it is not bad at all, even the expressions of the characters are exactly the same.

To be able to copy to this extent, even the painter himself is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, which is simply unprecedented and unprecedented.

Shu Lao took Qi Wanjun's hand and sat down, and asked Qi Wanjun to talk about her grandfather.

Qi Wanjun doesn't remember anything about her grandfather, and even her father was only ten years old when her grandfather died, but the stories of her grandfather in Qi Wanjun's mouth were all heard by her father from her uncle.

After talking about her grandfather, Qi Wanjun talked about her father's experiences abroad over the years, which made Shu Lao cry.

The Qi family is tall and arrogant, and it is difficult for such people to mix well whether they are at home or abroad, and the outcome can be imagined. And the old man Baishi became famous after his death, and his works were not worth much when he died, just like waste paper, but he became famous after his death, and Qi Wanjun's father did not preserve any of his father's works, so that he was poor.

is poor, coupled with the arrogant nature of the Qi family, so Qi Wanjun has also suffered a lot.

"Child, I'm sorry for you. ”

"My dad hoped that I could worship under Shu Lao, so he let me practice Shu Lao's calligraphy and painting, and asked Shu Lao to agree. Wanjun said sincerely.

Shu Hai pondered for a while, and then said, "It's not that I don't want to accept you as an apprentice, as soon as I have already announced that I have accepted a closed disciple, it is Tang Ding, when this is not the main reason, the main reason is that your level is too high, I'm afraid I can't guide you anything." In fact, if you worship me as a teacher, I am afraid that outsiders will reduce the prestige of the old man Baishi, and the guidance of the old man Baishi has benefited me a lot, and I am still worried. ”

"No, I believe that Shu Lao can give me the best guidance, and besides, I am also fulfilling my father's wish, and I also ask Shu Lao to fulfill it. ”

"Okay, I'll agree, on the issue of closed disciples, even if my old man goes back on his word once!"

"Master, I didn't mean that, you may have misunderstood me, I want to worship under the teacher's door and learn calligraphy and painting techniques, not to ask for these false names, I also ask the teacher not to disclose our master-apprentice relationship. ”

Faced with Qi Wanjun's earnest request, Shu Lao could only agree.

Shu Lao was still very grateful to Qi Wanjun for his understanding.

Because when he accepted Tang Ding, he said that this was a closed disciple he had accepted, and now in a few months, he has accepted another closed disciple, what does this make friends in the calligraphy and painting circles think? Especially since this disciple is still the granddaughter of the old man Baishi, and even the granddaughter of the old man Baishi worships under his own door, can this not be much limelight? Is it to sell his reputation and reputation? Or is it to increase the exposure rate?

Is Qi Wanjun empathetic? Of course.

However, Qi Wanjun is not without selfish thoughts. He worshiped Shu Lao's door to fulfill his father's wish, but his reluctance to make it public was completely for the sake of his own and her husband Han Qiusheng's safety, and now although he and his husband escaped from the sect's sight, they could not have the slightest exposure, once exposed, they would inevitably usher in the pursuit of the sect, which Qi Wanjun did not want to see.

Therefore, it is best to deal with it in this way, which not only fulfills the reputation of the teacher, but also solves the crisis that he does not want to be exposed.

"Congratulations, congratulations!" Hearing that Old Shu had accepted the apprentices, everyone came up to congratulate.

Dinner, prepared very richly, one is to celebrate Shu Lao's apprenticeship, and the other is that today is also a small year, which can be described as a double happiness.