Li Yitian was lying on his back on the bed, crying pear blossoms with rain, like a delicate little lady who had been single for more than 30 years and had a greasy face and touching appearance, approaching a dead end in the dark night and high wind.

This old man is taking the bold route of breaking bones first when he enters the door, looking at Angkor's posture of only receiving wages and not working, eating melons and watching his beautiful young master being ruthlessly ravaged by a fierce old hooligan, his next days are absolutely dire and miserable, and there are more chili peppers in the water.

To be honest, to say that Li Yitian doesn't have any hatred in his heart, it is pure nonsense, but to make it clear that this old man is his next master to practice martial arts, this mentality is mixed with three points of expectation, ups and downs, this taste is really different.

He planned in his heart, the Taixuan Sutra that he practiced in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion can be regarded as a super-first-class internal skill in the rivers and lakes, since this Longyuan swordsmanship has even heard of the core disciples of a famous family like Sikong Jingming, he thinks that it is also a superior martial arts, and now he follows Sikong Lao'er to learn some fist and foot kung fu to make up for his shortcomings, and he should be safe when he walks the rivers and lakes in the future.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered his father, who was dressed in a black coat in the imperial palace of his country, and when he left Xianyang to bid farewell to his father, the latter's indifferent face like a stone sculpture, and the satisfaction that flashed in his eyes and pierced his heart like a thorn.

Li Yitian has never underestimated this powerful emperor since the first day he stepped into this world, he knows that his father is satisfied with his own intellectual interests, and the prince who has lost his martial arts should take the initiative to leave the power play field of the empire, take the initiative to hide his reputation, and protect the royal warm skin.

He reached into his arms with his left hand and grasped a few crumpled pages of stationery, the only treasure he had harvested in Xianyang besides martial arts, this was the edict of Empress Daqin, and it was also a family letter written by a mother who felt sorry for her son.

The content of the family letter is plain and shallow, far less beautiful and agile than the beautiful hairpin Xiaokai from the writer, but the deep love for licking calves revealed between the lines quietly deducted Li Yitian's defense:

"My son is Yitian, seeing words is like meeting. Mother knows that you are unwilling in your heart, all along, your eldest brother has been cultivated by your father as the future prince, you like to be competitive in small things, you are not convinced, you have to fight with him all the time, mother understands. ”

"But you also know that your eldest brother's mother-in-law, Concubine Zhao, when your eldest brother was three years old, in order to protect your father, who was still the crown prince at the time, took her own life as a sword for him. ”

"Later, this child recognized me as his mother, became your eldest brother and had the identity of a descendant, and your father also cultivated him as a prince in order to make up for his deceased mother. ”

"When you were a young man, in order to win the attention of your father, your brother set up a court, and you entered the army, but you were young but holding a spear taller than you, wearing armor heavier than you, and when you stood in front of your mother with blood on your face, your mother was happy and distressed. ”

"Now, although my son has forgotten the past, my mother is a little more happy in her heart, and finally I don't have to worry about you coming back from the coffin. Mother hopes that you can think about it as soon as possible, to be a free prince, although your father's heart is gradually like a stone, but the mother and his husband and wife for many years, enough to keep you safe, son, although the temple is big, there is no place for you to stand; ”

"I hope that my son can meet his lover on the rivers and lakes early, see all the mountains and seas, and be able to smile when he sees his mother again. ”

Li Yitian's right arm was placed across his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was mixed with bitterness and helplessness, echoing in this empty room, his whisper to himself, "Jianghu, Jianghu." ”

After dark, thanks to the unknown black ointment, Li Yitian's hands had almost recovered.

Although not as strong as before the injury, the broken bones and cracked skin have healed.

Sikong Wufeng came as promised, and after coming in, he just threw down a sentence coldly: "Follow me." After that, there were no more words.

Li Yitian followed him around the various hidden arrows in the villa and came to the back of the villa.

Yuluo Mountain Villa is backed by Changkong Mountain, but it is relying on the cliffs on Changkong Mountain.

The cliff is hundreds of feet high, with only a lone iron cable connecting the cliff to a boulder in a clearing in the backyard of the villa.

Thinking about it, only by leaning against the cliff can you prevent people with bad intentions from sneaking up on the mountain to attack Yuluo Villa, and placing one end of the iron cable in the open space is also for this purpose.

If there really is a villain who wants to sneak attack through the iron cable, I am afraid that as soon as he lands, he will be discovered by the countless secret sentinel masters who are ambushed around.

Sikong Wufeng swept up first, stretched out his feet on the iron chain, and floated along the iron chain towards the cliff like a winged bird.

Li Yitian looked at the iron chains dangling under Sikong Wufeng's feet, lining the bottomless cliffs and abysses below, and felt his scalp tingle.

His light skills were not good enough to carry a dangling chain up the mountain.

There was no way, Li Gongzi could only slowly climb up with a bitter face and put his hands around the chain.

Although his posture is not as handsome as that of Sikong Daxia, and he doesn't dare to use too much force with his hands, he can climb up anyway.

Sikong Wufeng stood quietly on the cliff waiting for him, and when he saw him arrive, he glanced at him, and said in a non-serious voice:

"Wu Cheng also said that you are quite talented in light skills, and now it seems that your kung fu is not very good. ”

Li Yitian has countless divine beasts tumbling and galloping in his heart, is a big guy of your level embarrassed to compete with me?

Anyway, now everything this master says is right, looking at the appearance of Angkor, it doesn't matter much if this old thing trains himself to death.

Sikong Wufeng led Li Yitian around the mountains and came to an unknown small valley.

His demeanor suddenly became serious, and he asked Li Yitian very solemnly: "Before I start, I must ask, are you willing to practice boxing?"

Li Yitian looked dazed: "What? I mean, does this make any sense?"

Sikong Wufeng glanced at him coldly, his left knee was slightly bent, his right leg retreated, and the five fingers of his right hand were clenched into a fist and withdrawn to his waist.

At that moment, Sikong Wufeng's whole person suddenly stood still. Yes, the vision in Li Yitian's eyes seems to be a static landscape painting, and he can't find a more suitable adjective other than that.

Sikong Wufeng simply pulled out a lunge boxing, but everything around him seemed to suddenly fall silent, only the thin figure with white hair and white beard stood like a pine.

Sikong Wufeng threw out a punch, the long wind howled suddenly, and the snowflakes in front of the old man's body surged and flew quickly, forming a snow-white channel.

The old man stood up with his fists closed, looked at Li Yitian and asked expressionlessly, "Do you want to practice boxing?"

Li Yitian was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said, "I want to!"

Sikong seamlessly repeated the question at the beginning: "So, what kind of punch do you want to practice?"

Do you want to practice the boxing technique of overcoming rigidity with softness and turning strength into intangible, or do you want to practice the boxing technique of opening and closing, and being fierce and uncasting?"

Li Yitian pondered for a moment and said, "What kind of boxing do you think I am suitable for?"

Sikong Wufeng glanced at him and said, "Your skeleton and body have not yet been fully formed, and you can practice both fist techniques, but you must determine a starting direction."

That is, the choice of your first boxing practice, which will have a great impact on your boxing intentions in the future. ”

Li Yitian looked at this gangster and asked him curiously, "Then what kind of boxing are you seasoned with?"

Sikong Wufeng said with a nonchalant face: "I can do both kinds of punches." ”

Li Yitian: "......"

Sikong Wufeng seemed to remember something, and said, "That's right, you don't seem to have seen all kinds of boxing techniques yet."

In this way, the fierce punch I just made is it, and I don't need to show you any more.

I'll make another punch that focuses on soft punches, and you look at it carefully. ”

As he spoke, Sikong Wufeng's left hand swept in the air seemingly casually, and gently patted it on the half-human-high stone beside him.

Taking him away from his palm, Li Yitian fixed his eyes and saw that a thin layer of snowflakes had been imprinted into the stone for about half an inch.

Shoot things into the stone, as long as the martial artist's skill is high enough and has good control, it can be done, but to shoot the snowflakes into the stone intact, the warrior who can do this on the rivers and lakes is not a heroic man.

Li Yitian swallowed a mouthful of saliva quietly, I will be obedient, this old man can do it.

He said to Sikong Wufeng: "Senior, I am more inclined to exercise the soft strength boxing method of control. ”

The old man was silent, and frantically looked at the air around Li Yitian's head, and the young man's hair pulled his scalp and floated back, and there was a burst of thunder in his ears, "Boom, boom, boom......"

At this moment, Li Yitian's adrenaline concentration soared, and his desire to survive was instantly full: "Senior, I want to learn steel boxing!"

The air was suddenly quiet, and Sikong Wufeng's old-fashioned head nodded: "Well, it's okay." ”

This clueless answer made Li Yitian complain frantically in his heart: "It's okay? What is okay? You translate it for me, what is TMD called?"

Sikong Wufeng frowned, how could he feel that this kid was secretly arranging himself?

But he looked at Li Yitian carefully several times, and he didn't see any clues from his face.

He didn't ask deeply, well, anyway, there will be this kid in the future, To be or not to be, this is a question!

Sikong Wufeng said to Li Yitian with a solemn face: "Although the boxing technique I want to hand over to you next is unknown in the rivers and lakes, it is one of the top boxing techniques in the world. I hope you practice hard, don't let down this set of boxing techniques. ”

Seeing that the old man was so serious, Li Yitian couldn't help but become serious: "Follow the teachings of your predecessors." ”

Sikong Wufeng continued to say solemnly: "First take a horse step and I will be healthy." ”

Li Yitian: "?"

Although he didn't understand why Sikong Wufeng wanted him to do this basic move, he did it honestly. Maybe this is the basic skill of the seniors in the examination school.

But then Li Yitian was in pain, Sikong Wufeng walked to a stone, flattened the upper part with one palm, and sat down leisurely on the stone bench.

Li Yitian couldn't help but ask him: "Senior, what's next?"

Sikong Wufeng looked at him with a natural expression and said, "Zamabu." Look at what I'm doing, my eyes are level, my eyes are straight ahead, my eyes are concentrated, and my form is sank at will. Haven't you learned something as simple as this?"

Li Yitian was speechless and said, "What about boxing? Didn't you say you wanted to teach me boxing?"

Sikong Wufeng raised his chin lightly: "Don't worry, take a horse step first." ”

Li Yitian seriously suspected that this old man was definitely fixing himself!

He has to report it to Angkor as soon as possible! Shady! Serious shady!

This old man didn't even think about teaching himself boxing, this desperate man agreed to be his own boxing master in order to avenge his grandson!

However, the reality is that he wants to live, and he continues to squat with a sunny face, and the sunny momentum on his body is clearly written in five big words: "I love squatting and stepping!"

In fact, for a martial artist like Li Yitian who already has Xuangong skills, squatting on the horse is a very easy thing, but it is necessary to speed up the circulation of internal strength.

Although it also consumes power, the speed of consumption is very slow, which means that he can squat for a long time.

However...... As Li Yitian gave up other ideas and concentrated on squatting and stepping, Sikong Wufeng floated in front of him, connecting the dots on Li Yitian's body with both hands, sealing the acupuncture points the size of his whole body, making Li Yitian an ordinary person.

Suddenly lost his strength, and he was still a little unaccustomed to de1 Li Yitian couldn't help but panic, and instantly suffered a large amount of foot on his body, plus two old man Sikong brand bamboo strips without increasing the price: "Stand up!"

Li Yitian straightened his body in an instant, convulsed a bitter gourd face and continued to persevere, it hurt!

An hour later, Li Yitian was still gritting his teeth and persevering, the sweat on his body was connected into countless thin lines and slowly flowed down his skin, and his thin clothes were already soaked.

Even if his physical fitness as a martial artist is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and he has been soaking in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for a year, he can't hold it at this time.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, and his shoulder and back muscles, which had been tense, trembled, but these small mistakes were exchanged for one bamboo slap after another.

Sikong Wufeng's whipping technique was extremely clever, and although the bamboo strip falling on his body made Li Yitian feel great pain, leaving one red mark after another, it did not cause any substantial damage to Li Yitian at all.

But even under the lesson of the bamboo strip, he was drowsy, and he didn't know if his posture was still standard, like an otaku who exercised too much.

Gradually, the middle of the night passed, and the sweat on Li Yitian's head slowly flowed down his forehead hair on his face.

There seemed to be beads of sweat on his eyelashes, and occasionally a sweat fell into his eyes, and the spicy sensation blurred his vision and irritated his tired body.

He couldn't remember his posture clearly, he only felt a bamboo stick on his body, and his body subconsciously adjusted the corresponding parts, but he didn't know how to adjust.

But he thought it should be wrong, because the seamless bamboo sticks were still falling on him.

Finally, Li Yitian's eyes were dark, and he fainted on the snow, Sikong Wufeng sighed, picked up Li Yitian, and returned to the villa with a chain under his feet.

Angkor, who had been waiting for a long time, chuckled and asked, "How?"

Sikong Wufeng shook his head, sighed and said, "The physique is average, and he is blind to the rare medicinal materials you gave him. The willpower is also not very outstanding, it is similar to the time that a martial artist of his realm can last, and it is even inferior to the genius disciples of some ordinary sects. This kind of qualification is far from the 'God of War of the Qin Kingdom' that was recited by people at the beginning. ”

Angkor was silent and said for a long time: "This matter is related to the national system, you can know it yourself, and don't spread it." ”

Sikong Wufeng bowed his head slightly: "The reason, I won't ask you anymore, as long as you know in your heart and don't have too high expectations, so as not to mislead people in the future." ”

Angkor was silent, took Li Yitian, helped him undress and wash, put him on the bed and watched him sleep peacefully, and whispered: "Xiao Tian, Xiao Tian, what happened to you that turned a pearl of the sea into ordinary sand?"