The next day, Gu Jianzhi, Xue Nianci, and Corpse Jiao had not yet woken up from their hangover, so Feng Wuxian Feng and everyone sent someone to send the spirit stone that Corpse Jiao won by betting on the Dragon and Tiger Field.

The person who came was a little boy with a red mole on his eyebrows, walking with his sleeves swaggering, full of arrogance, looking like everyone owed him a few spirit stones, and the three blacks who went to open the door were so angry that he almost couldn't help but call a few crystal spirit stones in his face.

The three dark abdomen smuttered, fart big child, what are you dragging, can you be as mature as me.

I don't know that he himself is also a big child.

The visitor was a guest, although Sanhei was very unhappy in his heart, but he still took the little boy around and around, and deliberately picked some long roads in the small house to bring him to Dongluo's side.

Dongluo is practicing boxing.

There are five fist fights back and forth, which is exactly the method of forging the body of the Great Perimeter Army.

He fought when he was in Weicheng, and he also fought in the secret territory of Longmen.

This set of boxing methods has no characteristics at first glance, it is not amazing, it can only be barely regarded as simple and heavy, a punch falls, its sound is like thunder, tiger and tiger.

After a set of punches, every muscle in the whole body can be fully exercised, which may be the biggest feature of this boxing method.

Before today, he practiced boxing to survive.

After today, he doesn't have to practice boxing to survive, so he doesn't know what he's practicing for.

Dongluo felt hot and dry, and the endless internal qi in the meridians couldn't help but become a little thicker, and then began to overflow in the limbs, refining the flesh and blood meridians and strengthening the body.

Dongluo closed his fist and stood still, he didn't think that he didn't know what the purpose of practicing boxing was, but he felt that his punches were smoother, and many places where the internal qi used to run would have a sense of stagnation also became unimpeded, and this was definitely not because the extreme ice in the meridians was cleared.

It's more like a quiet change of heart.

The last time I felt like this in boxing was on the top of the snow-capped mountain in the Mo family's secret collection.

Dongluo glanced at Sanhei and a little boy with moles on his eyebrows, who were sitting on the fence of the corridor.

After getting along for a period of time, I don't know what kind of ** soup the little boy poured into Sanhei, and now Sanhei is not only hostile to him, but also has a feeling of hating each other. The two little heads came together, and they didn't know what they were muttering.

The little boy who was sitting on the fence talking and laughing with Sanhei glanced at Dongluo and said, "What are you looking at?"

Dongluo felt that the little boy should be a friend that Sanhei had recognized in Lane 15 of Kun District and brought back to play. Look at this dress, there is no doubt that he should be a child of a rich and noble family.

Although Sanhei is a demon beast, he has been transformed into a human, so he still has to learn some people's living habits, demon beasts like to be alone, people like to live in groups, and he is also happy that Sanhei can make friends.

To transform into a human is not only to be like a human, but to be an adult.

Dongluo didn't say much, just grinned at the little boy. I wanted to start boxing again.

The little boy saw that Dongluo ignored him directly, so he slapped the barricade with some anger and stood up, pointing at Dongluo and saying a little metaphorically: "It's hard to be such a good set of punches, it's obviously a killing technique, but you beat it into a show." It's really a good cabbage with bad luck that met you...... Pigs!"

The little boy laughed.

Sanhei's face suddenly became ugly, and he solemnly took out a disc from his arms and threw it to the little boy, who hurriedly reached out to catch it.

Sanhei said with a serious face: "The wind is light, although you are my first good friend, said a lot of nice things about me, and gave me this square inch plate as a meeting gift, but you shouldn't say that my eldest brother is a pig, even if it is a pig with excellent luck, now I will return the square inch plate to you, you give me back the crystal spirit stone I gave you, from now on, I will not have you as a friend." ”

Dongluo stopped practicing boxing, he didn't get angry with a child because of a fairy tale, but he would be because of the three blacks.

Sanhei's figure appeared next to Dongluo in a flash, standing on the same front as him, Sanhei quickly introduced the meaning of the wind lightly, and stared at the wind lightly.

Dongluo touched Sanhei's head, and smiled lightly at the wind: "Since it is a person sent by everyone in the wind, the vision will naturally not be bad, and a little bit of tricks will make everyone's children laugh." ”

Sanhei still wanted to speak, Dongluo shook his head, everyone's children, their vision is higher, they don't look down on the boxing techniques he practiced, and they don't look down on the punches he plays, it's normal. There is no need to argue more about this, and to make a mistake with a ninth-level array spirit master for no reason.

"Weimo technique, you are really not afraid of those who don't know!" Feng Qingyang sat back on the railing, put the square inch on the railing on the side and sneered: "You are really ridiculous, I think that I said that you are not good at punching, so I think that I am the child of that family has a high vision, and looks down on the boxing techniques you practice, and looks down on the punches you fight." ”

"You're wrong, I said that you didn't punch well, that is, you didn't punch well, the five styles of boxing, you only have its shape, you don't know what it is, it's not a showmanship? Now it seems that you are not even as good as a pig. ”

Feng Qingyang doesn't look very old, but his expression is full of arrogance, "It's a shame that there is a little fat man who still says by example, saying that when a martial artist punches, he must do the sun and moon in his fist, and there are mountains and rivers under his feet. What is the sun and the moon? What is the mountains and rivers? That is the fist intent, walking through the mountains and rivers to understand, seeing the sun and the moon have gained, the fist intent that is cultivated, the martial arts punch is not heavy, the meaning is reached, and the person who is against you will naturally be able to feel what the sky is on. ”

"Wufu doesn't have to be reasonable when he punches, but if he gets the punch, the truth will come. You ask yourself, have you done it? Since you haven't done anything, is it wrong for me to say that this set of punches is blind in your hands? Is it wrong for me to say that you are a pig?"

Dongluo fell into deep thought, he was not a stupid person, he naturally figured it out that he had paid too much attention to the shape in order to survive for more than ten years, and ignored the meaning, he only knew that he was boxing for the sake of boxing, and he didn't seriously think about why he threw this punch, why did he make this punch like this. As for how many punches are right or wrong, that's another matter.

Dongluo slowly closed his eyes, clenched his fists with both hands at his waist, and then quickly struck out his right fist, several times faster than usual, and then quickly recovered, and punched out two punches again, and there were three thunderstorms faintly in the air.

Feng Qingyang stood up and said with some appreciation: "That's right! Finally touched a little threshold, the boxing method is from the army, then you have to know that the fist of the army is fast and accurate, accurate and ruthless, kill with one blow, do not leave the enemy a chance, your previous punch is soft, I don't know how far away from the true meaning of this type of boxing, how can you still find the fist intent! If you continue to fight like this! As for boxing, we can only think about it. ”

Feng Qingyang pointed to his own little brain, shook his head and said: "Cultivation is not only asceticism, many times, it still depends on the brain, obviously, you don't have such a thing as a brain." ”

Dongluo slowly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, these three punches were unprecedentedly smooth, and the cells in his body seemed to be alive, and the whole body was comfortable.

He memorized some of the words that Feng Qingyang said very carefully, but there were some things he chose to ignore directly, which was also helpless.

A casual pointer or two sentences can make him improve countless times in boxing, and the person who touches the fist intent, not to mention that he has no brains, even if he beats him, he is willing.

The wind walked back and forth on the railing, "Now admit that the punches you fought before were really bad! ”

When the wind said this, he looked as much as he owed to beat, and if it weren't for the winter fall, maybe Sanhei would have rushed over to talk to him about the crystal spirit stone.

Feng Qingyang grinned at Sanhei, who was in a bad mood, "For the sake of my good friend who doesn't know his name yet, I'll be a good person to the end, and I'll send you on the road! It can be seen that the vision of the person who created this set of boxing techniques is still very high, you tell me the name of this style, and I will figure out his intentions. ”

For the light wind, Dongluo's eyes are only admired. This admiration has nothing to do with the wind and everyone, and it has nothing to do with age.

Dongluo said without thinking: "Husband war." ”

"Husband war. Feng Qingyang stood on the railing with his eyes closed, and learned the boxing of Dongluo to fight three punches, and said after a moment of understanding: "It's a little interesting, it seems that the person who created this style of boxing has been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, practicing other people's boxing, it is necessary to find the mood and artistic conception that is most suitable for the person who created the boxing, it seems that you should have also been on the battlefield, otherwise you would not be able to explore this type of boxing so quickly." ”

Dongluo nodded, this set of boxing techniques is originally the fist of the battlefield, the forging fist of the Great Perimeter Army. If you have never been on the battlefield, how can you create a set of boxing techniques that are so compatible with the army?

Feng Qingyang continued: "Wufu against the enemy, to put it mildly, it is a battlefield confrontation, and the two armies are fighting. To put it mildly, it is a market brawl, hooligan fighting, relying on the word courage. Husband fights, courage also! One drum of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. Three punches in one style, the first punch is the most powerful, the most arrogant, I am invincible, and the momentum of the remaining two punches gradually weakens until it is exhausted. ”

Dongluo nodded thoughtfully.

Feng Qingyang chuckled and said, "If you really think so, although it is not wrong, it is not right. How can there be three punches in one boxing style? There should only be one punch in one style, and the husband battle should have been split. ”

The wind blows lightly again.

Only one punch this time.

I don't know if Feng Qingyang deliberately slowed down the speed, or Dongluo's eyes were sharp, in a very fast time and in a very small space, although Feng Qingyang only punched, but Dongluo saw three afterimages, and only heard a roar that was far better than before.

Feng Qingyang closed his fist and stood still, "Do you see it clearly? This is the real husband fight, one punch is vigorous, then strong, and three extreme." One punch is stronger than one punch, three punches in one, and the dark energy is superimposed to reach the strongest. Husband war, will only be strong when it is strong, so what is the reason for two declines and three exhaustions. It seems that the person who created this punch is also an interesting person! I don't know how many people have been deceived. ”

"If you comprehend the fist intent of Fu Zhan, it can be said that in the rivers and lakes at the foot of the mountain, as long as you don't look for death by yourself, it shouldn't be difficult to protect yourself. As for the other four styles of boxing intent, don't tell me, I won't tell you, you can't chew too much, you first let the mountains and rivers under your feet be more, the sun and moon in the fist will be longer, and the weight of the punch will be heavier. ”

Dongluo suddenly realized, and many things he couldn't understand in the words he said to Corpse Jiao yesterday suddenly became clear.

Learning boxing is not learning to die boxing, there is true meaning in boxing, there is sun and moon in boxing, if you want to understand the true meaning of this boxing, in the final analysis, you still have to go more and see more, think more, and then you will understand and improve.

If the corpse had opened a window for him in the dark room, the window was covered with a layer of window paper. And the light wind pierced the layer of window paper for him, so that he could finally see the pitiful scene outside the window along the window.

Dongluo sincerely saluted the wind.

The wind blew slightly sideways and avoided it.

Feng Qingyang winked at Sanhei, who was still in a daze, and said, "I won't return the crystal spirit stone, you better keep this square inch plate! ”

As soon as the wind lifted and the voice fell, the figure disappeared from the courtyard.

Dongluo, who was still thinking deeply, suddenly woke up and said: "Hey, don't go! Aren't you here to repay the money? You haven't paid back the money yet! Pay back the money before leaving!"

"Pay back the money? Didn't I pay you back? Really my fist is taught in vain! You should be content! Don't get cheap and sell well. ”

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There was a young man walking beside a lean old man in Luoyang Chengkun District, holding a big cake and nibbling on it.

The thin old man looked a little respectful and said, "Venerable, how about you go here?"

"No loss. ”

The lean old man asked with some confusion, "What did you earn?"

The little boy stuffed the big bottle in his hand into his mouth, clapped his hands and said: "I made a lot of money, I returned the punch once, recognized a friend, formed a good fate, and earned an incense love......"

The little boy patted the money bag hanging on his waist, and there was a loud noise, "The most important thing is that a spirit stone is not spent." ”

The little boy closed his eyes and was a little intoxicated in the Luoyang morning in Luoyang City, and there were shouts of early orders one after another.

The little boy stretched out his nose and sniffed, "Wind without a trace, what kind of spirit stone do you say makes people the happiest to hold?"

The lean old man said tentatively: "The spirit stone that comes from Bai is the happiest to hold. ”

The little boy closed his eyes and took a few steps forward, "Then do you say that sweet tofu brain is delicious, or salty tofu brain? If you were given a choice, would you choose sweet tofu brain or salty tofu brain?"

The thin old man didn't know how to answer for a while, so he said directly: "I don't have the right to choose in front of the Venerable, whether it is sweet or salty, the Venerable will choose sweet tofu brain or salty tofu brain?"

The little boy opened his eyes, "Adults make choices, of course children want them all!"

The little boy patted the money bag on his waist, "Besides, there are so many spirit stones for nothing, and if I don't spend them, I won't be happy in my heart." No, no, no, I have to eat two bowls of tofu first. ”

As soon as the little boy finished speaking, he melted into the crowd like a slippery fish in the blink of an eye.