The next day, Wu Feng got up very early. He cooked the meal early and waited for the arrival of the master, because the master promised him to teach him new kung fu today, and Wu Feng was looking forward to it.

Wu Feng sat on the chair in front of the dining table, the food on the dining table was very simple, two bowls of millet porridge, a small plate of pickles and a few steamed buns, the rice porridge exuded a charming heat, slowly rising towards the soup, and disappeared after the last.

Wu Feng stared at the heat in a daze, and his thoughts drifted with it.

Until now, Wu Feng couldn't believe that he had actually learned the legendary light skills, which made him feel that after studying art for so long and suffering so much, it was finally not in vain. Then he thought about his family, who had not been in contact with his family for so long, and wondered how his parents, wives and children were doing now, and whether they were sad and sad because they did not say goodbye? Sadness and sadness are certain, but don't hurt your body. Parents are already so old, can they withstand such a blow?

This thought flashed through my mind, and the feeling of missing my family was suppressed. In the past, Wu Feng had always deliberately avoided missing his family, but because of this artificial suppression, once it collapsed, it was like a flood digging an embankment, out of control.

Wu Feng's eyes gradually moistened, and tears that had not appeared for many years swirled in his eyes.

"Isn't it too selfish to be so sorry for your family all these years, only thinking about yourself, but losing the joy of family with your family?"

At this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, Wu Feng quickly rubbed his eyes, wiped away the tears in his eyes, and stood up. The master had already entered the door, Wu Feng secretly glanced at it, and the master didn't see anything unusual, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It can be seen that the master is very happy today, he has eaten more than usual, Wu Feng is also infected, and after a while, the meal is finished and breakfast is consumed.

Wu Feng cleaned up the table and came to the courtyard, where the master was already playing, playing that unknown boxing technique.

Over the years, the master's boxing method has always remained the same, and Wu Feng felt that if he had been playing this set of boxing for so many years, he would definitely be tired of it.

After about a quarter of an hour, the old man slowly put away his fists, and Wu Feng came to the old man and said, "Master."

The old man answered.

"Wu Feng, haven't you always wanted to learn this set of boxing, I'll teach you today. ”

Wu Feng is overjoyed, it seems that he is going to learn real kung fu today.

"This set of boxing is called a small grappling hand, which was created by a master of qi training in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, and this master relied on this set of kung fu to fight all over the world invincible, which is a very powerful hand-to-hand combat kung fu combined with qi. ”

When he said the last sentence, the old man's voice was deliberately raised.

Wu Feng also heard the abnormality inside, and asked suspiciously: "Combined with Qi, hand-to-hand combat?"

The old man nodded: "Worldly martial arts only emphasize moves, but these kung fu are not suitable for qi practitioners. Because one move and one formula, and the qi in the body, can not be paved with each other. Therefore, Qi practitioners never practice secular martial arts, they generally have one or several sets of their own kung fu. The small grappling hand is the kung fu that matches with the "Changchun Jue", which is mainly aimed at the joints, acupuncture points and vulnerable parts of the human body such as the visceral abdomen to strike, and the characteristic is to stick to the opponent when fighting, so as to maximize its advantages. ”

"Now follow the master's practice. ”

With a "snap", Wu Feng's naked upper body left a red mark, and Wu Feng, who was in pain, snorted.

Immediately afterwards, the old man's voice of loud reprimand came: "The right fist is half a point to the left, how many times have I told you, but I still can't change it." ”

The old man held a bamboo stick in his hand and waved it towards Wu Feng's body from time to time, obviously, correcting Wu Feng's mistakes in martial arts.

"Smack" again.

"Half an inch less forward with your right foot, stupid, how can you stick in front of your opponent in this way. ”

Wu Feng's upper body, which was originally enviable, was now covered with red marks beaten with bamboo sticks, which was shocking to see. It can be seen that these days, Wu Feng has been treated inhumanely. The sweat on his body beaded into droplets, rolling down like a waterfall, and I don't know if it was tired or painful.

I suddenly felt a little dizzy in my mind, but I endured it and insisted on the familiar action over and over again.

"Slap", another bamboo stick, but the old man hadn't spoken yet, and Wu Feng's body, which was more than one meter and eight meters, suddenly fell to the ground.

"Huhu" gasped for breath, Wu Feng closed his eyes tightly, and felt that the dizziness in his brain was getting heavier and heavier, which was the result of physical exhaustion.

The old man didn't speak, and only after Wu Feng recovered a little and was able to open his eyes, did the old man say: "The left foot is half a beat slower, and the body is a little bigger, do you still want to live, if the opponent has a knife, your life will be gone long ago." ”

"Master, it's just half a beat off, it's not as serious as you said, right?" Wu Feng gasped.

The old man snorted coldly, "First of all, never despise your opponent, and secondly, the small grappler is a set of kung fu that the ancestors have realized after countless times of tempering. ”

After a pause, he continued: "You can't understand the master's words now, the master doesn't blame you, when you enter the society and fight with others, you will slowly understand the master's intentions." ”

Listening to the master's words, Wu Feng felt a little bitter in his heart. It has been a month since he learned Xiao Wrestler, and in this month, Wu Feng felt the sternness of his master for the first time. He thought that it was difficult enough to practice qi, but he didn't expect that this little grappler was not easy to practice.

At the beginning, it was okay, because he was not familiar with the moves of the little grappler, Wu Feng just practiced with the master, and if he made a mistake, he would not be punished by the master.

But after he mastered the basic moves of the small grappler, the master seemed to be a different person, every time Wu Feng punched or took a step, he would be severely reprimanded and whipped by the master, for a variety of reasons, one would say that the steps were too small, and the other would say that the punch speed was too slow to keep up with the pace, even if it was just an extra inch or half a second slower. According to the master, if you are half a second slower, you will be defeated by the opponent first. But Wu Feng didn't feel that this half second could be so important at all.

He could only patiently follow the master's requirements and practice over and over again. In order to meet the master's requirements, he practiced from morning to evening, and even so, after a month, only a small half of the entire set of boxing techniques met the master's requirements.

"I can't just give up, my qi has been practiced, can a little grappling hand stump me Wu Feng?" he exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, endured the discomfort, stood up, and continued to practice martial arts.

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed, and this season has reached the end of autumn, although it is not yet winter, whether it is the yellowing leaves falling from the trees, or the occasional cold wind that blows from the cold and gives goosebumps, it is a sign that winter is coming.

In a small courtyard at the foot of Dream Mountain, there is a different scene, only to see a young man practicing with his upper body naked. Sweat slowly slid down his face, and people couldn't help but wonder if it was winter or not. An old man next to him looked expressionlessly, and when he saw that the young man was practicing wrong, he pointed out from time to time.

This young man is naturally Wu Feng, and the old man is his master.

Wu Feng's upper body was still naked, but the injuries on his body were obviously much less, and it seemed that in recent times, the old man had rarely whipped him.

At this time, although the old man's face was very flat, he was very happy in his heart.

"Ha Luha, Wu Feng, this kid is practicing very fast, much better than I expected, the original promise to accept him as an apprentice was completely for Liu Laojiu's face, and he didn't have any hope for him at all, but now it seems that he was really lost at the beginning. If this continues, it won't be long before he will be able to leave the school. Hey, why don't you choose a place for him to hone his skills?"

Thinking of that place, the old man's forehead wrinkled, but after a while, he put it away again and shook his head unconsciously.

"No, with his character, it's not suitable to join those places now, even if it's the top kung fu, but when it comes to mental skills, it's far from it, and I'm afraid I don't know who sold it if he was sold. Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh secretly, "Thinking of me Liu Fan Yingming I, how come the apprentices who can be taught are not ideal, the first two have a lot of eyes, but the kung fu is not at home, this kung fu is at home, but there is a lack of heart eyes, hey." ”

Thinking of the two apprentices before, the old man's originally better mood was gone, and he happened to see that Wu Feng had made a mistake in practicing again, and he couldn't help but reprimand loudly.

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