In later generations, Zhu Mingli insisted on practicing for five years and eight sections of brocade before he could get started, and he was able to calm himself down when he was practicing.

Now, Zhu Mingli no longer needs this process. In a corner of the courtyard, Zhu Mingli quickly fell into silence.

In Zhu Mingli's generation, the most local characteristic houses are the ancestral houses of the locals, which are called ancestral houses by the locals. For example, Zhu Mingli's house faces north and south, sitting east to west, and there is an ancestral house in the west.

And now there is an ancestral house in front of and behind the courtyard where Zhu Mingli exercises, and many local houses are sitting east to west. It may be because of the seaside, and during the typhoon every summer, it is more convenient to block the heavy rain brought by the typhoon by sitting east to west......

These ancestral houses are usually locked up and no one lives in them. Only during the New Year's holidays, when the clansmen die and die on the day of death, will these ancestral houses of this branch of the clan come.

The public toilet used by people in the vicinity is on the right side of the ancestral house, and the courtyard where Zhu Mingli practiced is the only way for people in the neighborhood to go to the toilet, and the alley between Zhu Mingli's house and the ancestral house is also one of the only roads for people to come and go......

So when Zhu Mingli started practicing, people passed by one after another, either into the courtyard to go to the toilet, or through the alleys to go to work, buy things, and so on......

If it was Zhu Mingli in the past, he would definitely feel embarrassed to practice in public, and if it was Zhu Mingli, who had not yet started Baduanjin in the later generations, practicing under such circumstances, people coming and going would definitely disturb him.

However, the current Zhu Mingli will neither feel embarrassed nor disturbed, and when Zhu Mingli is quiet, all the voices and characters around him have been left behind......

It doesn't take too much time to finish practicing a set of eight-section brocade, Zhu Mingli quickly finished practicing the last style, and then hugged the dantian, rubbed his hands, bathed his face, and finished his work!

"Damn, are you practicing Mo Zi's (what) magic skills?!" Tang Bo and Peng Jinxiao, who had been watching for a long time, asked.

Peng Jin is a very good friend of Zhu Mingli, one year older than Zhu Mingli, and in the same grade as Tang Bo.

Peng Jin's family lived in Zuo Jin, and later Peng Jin entered the society after graduating from high school, Zhu Mingli just started working, and he went out to drink with him during the holidays, but later Peng Jin also ran around for life, and the two only occasionally contacted through the Internet.

Speaking of which, there are five or six boys of the same age as Zhu Mingli in this area, and Zhu Mingli is only at least 14 years old, but his grade is one level higher than that of people of the same age.

This is mainly due to Zhu Mingli's good luck at the beginning, Zhu Mingli went to kindergarten at the age of 5, went to the first grade at the age of 6, and came to Jiangjin from his hometown at the age of 7. And everyone else is more or less left one level.

Especially Zhu Mingli's cousin Zhu Mingyong, who is two years older than Zhu Mingli, and only graduated from junior high school this summer, just because he stayed in several grades, well, Zhu Mingli also knew that he didn't do well in the high school entrance examination this year, so he didn't study, and in a few years, he married a woman who lived in the same courtyard as him......

"This is an ancestral divine skill!" Zhu Mingli said with a smile, after practicing this exercise, Zhu Mingli didn't sweat at all, this is the power of the Baduanjin entry.

As the saying goes, a calm mind is naturally cool. Baduanjin was calm, although he had been exercising, and it was summer, Zhu Mingli was not hot at all, and naturally there was no sweat.

"So awesome!" Peng Jin naturally heard the ridicule in Zhu Mingli's tone, and said with a smile, "Then if you have practiced this magic skill, can you punch Nanshan Nursing Home and kick Beihai Kindergarten!"

"That's!" Zhu Mingli nodded, "Absolutely!" After laughing twice, Zhu Mingli said, "This is the Taoist fitness qigong eight-section brocade, passed down by the ancestors, is it ancestral?"

"I'll rub it!" Peng Jin was taken aback, his eyes lit up, "Qigong?!How awesome!!Is it the internal strength written in martial arts novels?!" "Which boy didn't have a kung fu dream when he was young?" Tang Bo on the side also had bright eyes!

"It's really an internal skill. Zhu Mingli spread his hands and shattered his illusions, "But it is not the kind of internal strength that can be described in martial arts novels and film and television dramas."

It is a kind of health care qigong, to put it bluntly, it is a combination of movement and breathing exercise, which can make people calm down after getting started, and by the way, there is a little health care effect. And broadcast gymnastics is actually one nature!"

"Damn, isn't it?" Peng Jin was depressed, "Didn't you say it was Taoist qigong?

This kid is still young, and he doesn't know anything!

"How do you think radio gymnastics came about?" Zhu Mingli said to the two of them, "This radio gymnastics is created by the state in combination with Baduanjin, such health qigong, martial arts, and aerobics!"

"Really, fake?" said Tang Bo skeptically.

"If you don't believe it, when you go online, check it on the Internet to know if what I said is true!" Zhu Mingli said.

"I believe in your evil!" Peng Jin said with some disappointment, "Since this Baduanjin is not an internal skill, I see you raising your hands and bending over here, and you can't beat people with this divine skill, what's the use of learning it? If you want to learn it, you can learn kung fu like Lost Trace Fist! That's awesome!"

Some time ago, not long after the new version of "Huo Yuanjia" starring Zheng Yijian and Chen Xiaochun was broadcast, Zhu Mingli and others had watched this TV series, so they were deeply impressed by Lost Trace Boxing!

"Cut, what's the Lost Fist!" Tang Bo laughed, "If there is a stupid girl, not only can she become a trapeze, but she can also travel through time and space!"

Well, the magic comedy TV series starring Shu Chang in "Magic Mobile" has only been broadcast for a short time. Many people, especially boys, want to have a "silly girl"!

In this period, Shu Chang's appearance is definitely at its peak, and the little fox in the previous "Baolian Lantern" has stirred up the spring hearts of many little boys!

"You're all fake!" Peng Jin said disdainfully, "Jingwumen, the Lost Trace Fist is real!

"Jingwumen?!" Tang Bo and Peng Jin sang in opposite tunes, "If you want to learn kung fu, you should go to Shaolin Temple! Jet Li is so powerful, he came out of Shaolin Temple!"

Well, now that the Internet is not particularly developed, many people who have watched the movie think that Jet Li is a disciple of Shaolin Temple......

"Forget it...... Peng Jin retorted, "haven't you watched the news? To be a monk, you must at least have a bachelor's degree!"

"I'm just saying, it's not like I'm going to Shaolin Temple to learn kung fu......," Tang Bo said, for a scumbag like him, let alone a bachelor's degree, he didn't go to high school!

Zhu Mingli watched the two arguing with interest, and suddenly thought in his heart, he was going to exercise, and the martial arts he learned in later generations should also be picked up and continued to practice, and he couldn't be famous if he practiced alone, so it was best to find two people to practice!

Zhu Mingli is no longer satisfied with "practicing the method", he wants to practice the "playing style"!

The technical ability of kung fu is to turn the routine into a real fighting method through practice, and the two people in front of you are a good helper!

Thinking in his heart, Zhu Mingli said to Tang Bo, who was sitting on the marble stone railing, "Brother Bo, come down, come here......"

"Do you want to be Mozi?" asked Tang Bo, standing up from the stone railing.

"Come, you punch me!" Zhu Mingli stood an arm's length or so across from Tang Bo and said.

"What are you talking about?" Tang Bo thought he had misheard!

"Come, punch me!" Zhu Mingli stretched out his hand.

"Really?" said Tang Bo hesitantly.

"Really!" Zhu Mingli hooked his hand, "Didn't you say kung fu? I'll let you see the real kung fu!"

"Hey!" Tang Bo said with a smile, "Bragging!" Tang Bo really didn't believe what Zhu Mingli said, among the three people present, Tang Bo was the strongest, and Zhu Mingli, a thin bamboo pole, fell when the wind blew!

"Come, don't ink, punch me!" Zhu Mingli said confidently, anyway, Zhu Mingli also practiced in the regular Wing Chun gym for a month, don't look at it for only a month, but he still learned a lot of things, Zhu Mingli taught himself the routines of Wing Chun, and the focus in the gym is the black hand of Wing Chun!

This is a sparring practice of Wing Chun, which has a strong practical significance, plus the practice of wooden pile gong from time to time. Therefore, Zhu Mingli is not frowning at all for Tang Bo!

Tang Bo saw Zhu Mingli's serious appearance, and he was also a little eager to try, "Then I'm really here!

"Hit me, count you as powerful!" Zhu Mingli said with contempt.

"Hey!" Tang Bo was also a little angry, and waved his right hand with a punch!

Zhu Mingli has actually been observing Tang Bo's shoulders, in the technical attack, before the opponent moves, the first thing to move is the shoulders and feet, especially Tang Bo has not practiced, the intention of doing it is very obvious!

Tang Bo's fist was only half swinged, Zhu Mingli's left hand was directly separated from his fist by the arm of Wing Chun, and the sudden blow of his right hand hit the Japanese word punch, and it stopped in front of Tang Bo in the blink of an eye!

The sound of the wind brought by his fist made Tang Bo subconsciously close his eyes......

"Damn!"