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Senior Brother Yin, Senior Sister Xu, and I stood in a row against the wall, looking nervously at the field, our eyes full of amazement and envy.

But on the field, Master Zhou was holding a large purple-red pole about three feet long in his palm, and he shook from the end of the pole to the head of the pole, like a python swimming, indescribably soft and trembling, and endless heroism!

"Although the big pole is a stick, the Tai Chi big pole is not a stick, but a marksmanship! As for the reason, there is an allusion in the middle. Patriarch Yang Lu wandered outside, leaving the class at home. Ban Hou has been aggressive since childhood, and when he has a quarrel with others, he will fight with fists and feet, and Yang's mother is worried that he will break into a big disaster, so she ordered him to unload the head of the gun when practicing the big gun. From here, there is a Tai Chi pole. Later, those who practiced found that after taking their attention away from the gun head and practicing more shaking rods and sticking rods, their own skills grew extremely fast, and it was easy to break through the bottleneck. Slowly, the original weapon of the Taiji pole in Yang's Taiji was formed. This method is the method of marksmanship. Master Zhou put the big pole aside and said to us while wiping his forehead with a towel. The Tai Chi pole is a unique instrument in our Yang family, which not only trains both strength and blade. If the standing pile is a kindergarten for practicing internal skills, then the pan shelf is the primary school, the Liuhe is the middle school, and the big pole is the high school, which is also a watershed. Some people have improved their skills by leaps and bounds at this stage; Some people are like clouds and mountains and fog, and they can't tell where the road is.

"Moon sticks, year knives, lifelong guns, and swords are hidden with you. Zhang Shi is good at swordsmanship and marksmanship. From today onwards, you will follow me to practice big guns first, and then practice swordsmanship. The three of you come over and pick up a big pole, this is what I used to practice when I was young, you use it first, and I will take you to Ningling to cut it after a while. ”

"Oh yes······" There was a cheer.

"Master, why is this pole so short, and it's not red?" I asked.

"You little monkey, monkey spirit, monkey spirit, still thinking about that root in your heart. Well, you go and try it, and I'll give it to you if you shake it. ”

I ran over as soon as I slipped through the smoke, only to see that it was written "Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick", cough cough, digression, the book is back to business, I grabbed the stick handle, the first feeling is heavy, really heavy! And then it was like a fish in his hand, disobedient and slippery. I tried to shake it, and immediately my chest tightened and I was short of breath, and the blood was running down my face.

"Hahahaha, monkey ass ······" The senior sister hugged her stomach and smiled very unfiguratively. Alas, what about the lady who said yes.

Even the master stroked his beard on the side, and his shoulders were shaking. I put down the big pole in embarrassment, scratched my head, and asked, "Master, how do you feel that this stick is like a fish, and it slides out as soon as you use your hand, twisting left and right too hard." The master nodded, "Yes, the practice of shaking the big rod is to practice the strength smoothly, such as pointing to the arm, pointing where to hit, to practice until the strength is like mercury in the tube, the hair can be the head, and the end can be closed." You start with the small pole and work your way up to the big pole. Hehe, as for my big pole, but there is a history, when Zhang Shi took me to live in Henan for a period of time, this pole was planted by me. This kind of three-zhang long white wax rod is rare now. ”

"And why is it red?" Senior Sister Xu asked.

"This ash rod is the most magical, the whole body is as white as jade, hard but not hard, soft but not broken, no matter how bent it will not break, and my Tai Chi charm has a lot of similarities. That pole has been with me since I was fourteen years old, and it will be fifty years now, and it has long been soaked in sweat, so it will appear red. "We can't help but smack our tongues.

"You start practicing with the big gun pile, when the big gun pile starts, I'll take you to Ningling to pick up the ash pole. This picking ash rod is the same as choosing a daughter-in-law, you must be able to know your heart. After speaking, Master smiled meaningfully at me, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

The so-called big gun pile, in fact, is to hold an ash rod in one hand when standing on the pole pile, slowly experience the body's breathing rate and the frequency of the shaft shaking, and when you feel your own sense of touch can be transmitted to the pole head, basically this pile is done. Start with a short practice, and then slowly lengthen it, basically to a little more than two zhang, like Zhou Shi, how long is three zhang, and I haven't seen it since.

There are no years to practice. When we began to practice the thirteen guns, Master Zhou took us to Ningling, Henan. Ningling is located in the southeast of Henan, east of Shangqiu, west of Sui County, is the most famous ash rod production area.

"Senior sister, how many are you?" I asked softly.

"Sixteen, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay." I quietly glanced at the ticket in my hand, number fourteen. I quietly leaned towards Senior Brother Yin.

"Don't ask, I'm number fifteen. Hehe, if you want to change it, go back and help me get boiling water for two months. Senior Brother Yin laughed treacherously.

"A month?"

"Two months!"

I reluctantly accepted this unequal treaty, and took the No. 15 ticket in my hand, painful and happy.

"Here, here, come here." The senior sister rushed to the car first, and then kept waving at us.

What's the situation? When I saw a big black man sitting on the seat of the sixteenth, five big and three thick, with one hand clasped on his feet, I was suddenly blindfolded. I looked behind me and saw that my sister was smiling sweetly at me from behind. Seeing my stammering appearance, the senior sister said, "Actually, I lied to you, my ticket is the seventeenth." "I just felt bad about the whole person. Sitting down depressed, I turned my head and smiled at me, one hand still stirring in my nose, oh my God! I turned my head out of the window in anger and slowly fell asleep in the bumps of the car.

"Chu Jiu, come here!" Senior Sister's voice was so sweet that it could get tired of dying, "Chu Jiu, do you like me or not, to be honest?" ”

"I like it." I stammered.

"Then you don't hold me, fool!" After speaking, the senior sister leaned into my arms, and a quiet virgin fragrance penetrated from her nostrils to the bottom of her heart.

A violent jolt woke me up from my dream, and the fragrance of the tip of my nose seemed to linger on me. In the confusion, I felt someone leaning on my shoulder, and I wiped it! As soon as I thought of the big black man leaning on me, I suddenly felt that the chrysanthemum was tight, and I quickly opened my eyes, and saw my senior sister leaning on my shoulder quietly, her mouth murmuring softly, and a trace of crystal bright saliva was pulled from the corner of my sister's mouth to my waist. May the Qin Se be in the palace, and the years will be quiet, I read silently in my heart.

The car sang all the way away.

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