"Big brother, Lin Xiaoyou's comprehension of boxing is beyond my imagination. I think that in a few years, Xiaoyou's boxing skills will enter the hall and become one of the few people in Huatianguo. Meng Fanshan exclaimed.

"Although the seniors are inspiring the younger generations, they go too far. The younger generation knows in his heart, in the third level, the old man's fist did not move, and the momentum was the first, and my fist intent was too far behind. ”

Lin Ruochen smiled. He had never met a master like Yu Shuanglong, who could suppress himself an inch just by relying on the general trend of boxing in the world.

Yu Shuanglong laughed.

"Little friend, remember, no one has a stronger fist intent. Everyone is in a different situation, so they should have different punching intentions. At your current stage, if you fully perform my fist intent, I will expel you from Nanshan Villa and never see you again. And if I am your fist intent now, then I must be the one who should be killed.

Fist intent, in fact, is your understanding of the world, it will change gradually with your age, vision, strength, status, responsibility, any fist intent beyond the stage you are in, will only destroy you in one fell swoop. ”

After Yu Shuanglong finished speaking, he got up on the desk behind him, spread out a piece of rice paper, and splashed ink.

Lin Ruochen stood respectfully to the side, his eyes never leaving the paper.

A divine dragon rolled among the clouds, and Yu Shuanglong stopped writing in small characters on one side.

"Qianlong. Don't use the hidden dragon. See the dragon in the field, and see the lord. The gentleman works all day long, and he is not to blame. Or leap into the abyss, without blame. The flying dragon is in the sky, and it is good to see the lord. Kang Long has regrets. See the dragons without a head, Ji. ”

After the eight-line boy wrote, Yu Shuanglong put the brush on the pen holder and said with a smile: "This is the boxing I am practicing now, Qianlong." Think about what stage you are in now, and naturally have a good sense of fist. ”

The Qiangua, the first hexagram of the Book of Changes, is originally to describe the process of life between heaven and earth. Tell people the rules of behavior that should be at different stages of life.

When some so-called senior experts tirelessly impose their views on the public, they have already consciously or unintentionally ignored that at different stages and situations, even if it is the same thing, there should definitely be different ways to deal with it.

"Please ask the seniors for advice." Lin Ruochen let out a long breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Black and white, like climbing stairs, step by step, in order to climb to the pinnacle of martial arts. This has always been Lin Ruochen's understanding. Today, he learned for the first time that boxing is so profound. What Yu Shuanglong taught him was not only the understanding of boxing, but also the use of boxing to teach him how to choose the most advantageous direction in different situations!

"Now that you have an understanding, you have gone out from Nanshan Villa, and you have passed the pass of seeing the dragon in the field. Be bold and try your own way, I have nothing left to teach you. ”

Yu Shuanglong raised his glass to send off the guests. His heart was very happy, and in just a few hours, he had finished what he thought would take a year or two to finish. He had a hunch that this young man, one day, would come back to help him untie the shackles that he had not broken through for many years.

Lin Ruochen respectfully bowed to Yu Shuanglong and Meng Fanshan and retreated.

The gentleman works all day long, and he is not to blame. That is, we must put our understanding of boxing in real life and practice, even in the most stable situation, we must still be vigilant. Even a small setback will not affect the general trend.

Lin Ruochen gently pressed the calligraphy and painting in his arms, full of gratitude.

Yu Shuanglong, who never knew him, handed over to himself his understanding of boxing in his life. This is exactly what the general teaching of the disciples of the mantle of inheritance is.

Lin Ruochen didn't take a taxi, so he walked on the way back to Shengjing on foot, about 30 kilometers of mountain road, when Lin Ruochen walked into the commercial street, it was already evening, and the street lights were on.

On the side of the road is Aunt Zhang's shop.

Aunt Zhang's shop is very small, a simple shed built in the middle of two buildings, and there is only one kind of food, roasted cakes and meat. The meat was rotten and chopped, with minced green peppers and a little chopped sesame seeds. The baked cake is brown and crispy, and it tastes very good.

Every time Lin Ruochen passed by, he couldn't help but eat one.

Aunt Zhang didn't want to take his money, she said that since he came, she could pay 500 yuan less every month. But Lin Ruochen is not enough, he will take advantage of the three yuan. I had to stuff as much meat as I could.

After 10 p.m., the shop closes. Aunt Zhang has a son, Xiaolang, who is fifteen years old and is in the third year of junior high school at a nearby school. Every time, he comes to finish up, tidy up his things, and then go home. Aunt Zhang went first, because there was still a lot of work to be done at home in advance.

Aunt Zhang is always very happy when she sees her son, but Xiaolang smiles a little reluctantly. Lin Ruochen could see that there seemed to be a little fear in his eyes.

Lin Ruochen felt that something was wrong with him, his left leg was a little bent, and his eyes occasionally flashed with a fierce light. Almost at that moment, he regarded this little man as his fifteen-year-old self.

Every time he was bullied by others, he couldn't bear it, and when he was ready to fight back, his eyes were almost exactly the same as the current Xiaolang. He suddenly decided that at night, he would follow the child to see what was going on.

After 10 o'clock, the lights of the shopping street have dimmed, after all, there are only some restaurants, supermarkets, clothing stores and the like, and they have nothing to do with nightlife.

Xiao Lang still had a gloomy face, and he packed everything up. Lin Ruochen, who was hiding on the side, clearly saw that when Xiao Lang locked the iron lock, he snorted fiercely.

After walking a long way, Xiaolang didn't take the subway or the bus, so he lowered his head and walked through one street after another.

The streets are getting darker and darker, and even the street lights are starting to thin out. This is the old town, and the houses next to it are dilapidated and have begun to exude a dilapidated atmosphere.

Lin Ruochen gradually frowned, he thought that only the Chashan town where he lived would have such a dilapidated place. Shengjing City, as one of the three major cities of Huatianguo, actually has such a place.

Turning into a dark alley, Lin Ruochen didn't go any further, because, Xiaolang, had already stopped.

Seven or eight young people, whistling loudly, had already surrounded them.

The top of everyone's head was dyed in a variety of colors, and their bodies were covered with jingling bits and pieces.

"Xiaolang, did you bring the money? Lao Tzu waited for you for a week, and if you can't pay the money, I won't look for you tomorrow. The current young man is only seventeen or eighteen years old, holding a cigarette, raising his hand to pat Xiaolang's cheek, and the silver chain on his wrist is rattling.

"I only have five dollars a day for lunch, and I can only give you one hundred and fifty yuan a month. Now I only have these thirty dollars in my pocket. Xiao Lang took out a few worn-out coins from his schoolbag and handed them over.

The young man reached out and took the change and put it in his pocket, but he had no intention of giving way.

"Five hundred yuan a month, not a single cent. Don't think I don't know, your family doesn't have to pay protection money now, and there are 500 yuan more. The rest of the money, tomorrow night, I will ask your mother for it! ”

The young man spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth with a "bah" and reached out to slap Xiao Lang on the top of the head.

Xiao Lang didn't speak, bowed his head and bent down to tie his shoelaces. Lin Ruochen, who was in the dark, could see it clearly, and when Xiao Lang bent over, he began to pull out a steel pipe more than a foot long from the trouser tube of his calf.

No wonder this kid's left leg is a little crutched, it turns out that this thing is tied.

A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Ruochen's mouth, he didn't know how many times he had done this kind of thing. It's just that seven or eight young people who are much older than him, he doesn't think Xiaolang can succeed.

Xiao Lang suddenly got up, and the steel pipe in his hand slammed into the young man's face!

The young man was unguarded, and the steel pipe was striking on his cheek. The skin was open, the brain was buzzing, he subconsciously covered his face, bent over and squatted on the ground, and screamed out.

The young men next to him were startled, and they saw that Xiao Lang was already slamming at the young man without a head!

With a roar, several young men rushed up, punching and kicking.

Xiao Lang didn't care about it at all, he went crazy, just stared at the young man in front of him and beat him.

Lin Ruochen could see that this kid had never fought at all, and he had no rules. After three or two blows, he was kicked to the ground, and several pairs of feet were stomped on, so he had to hold his head and curl up in a ball.

The window of a house in front of it opened, and a middle-aged woman screamed, and then there was a sound of Ding Ling knocking down something in the room.

After a moment's work, Aunt Zhang's hands were covered with flour, rushed up, and tightly held Xiaolang in her arms.

The young man, who had been beaten a few times at first, finally straightened up, his face was covered with blood, reached out to pick up the steel pipe from the ground, and strode forward, his eyes fierce like a wolf.

Lin Ruochen had no choice but to come out of the shadows.

At first, he didn't think about it. He has experienced a lot of this kind of thing himself. Although Xiao Lang's anger was for his mother, which moved him a little, it was not enough to make him do it. He was fifteen years old, a man, and he was supposed to suffer all this himself.

It's just that when Aunt Zhang rushed out like a whirlwind and held Xiaolang in her arms, tears couldn't help but roll down his eyes.

He didn't know who his mother was since he was a child, and he didn't even want to think about how he was like a wild dog, fighting his way out of the big kids in the town. How many times did he also want to have a pair of warm arms to shelter him from the wind and rain!

"Get out of here, it's none of your business!"

A young man saw Lin Ruochen coming over and scolded loudly.

Aunt Zhang raised her head, and when she saw Lin Ruochen, her eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope, and she cried loudly: "Mr. Lin, save my child!" ”

Xiaolang collapsed in his mother's arms, unable to stand up, only had a pair of eyes, but he seemed to have lost his lustre, confused and angry.

Lin Ruochen's footsteps didn't stop, and when the young man kicked him head-on, he just raised his hand and grabbed his ankle, and with a flip of his wrist, he fell to the ground.

The young man with the steel pipe, as if he had gone crazy, screamed indiscriminately, and was met with a stick.

Lin Ruochen didn't even flash, and with a lightning-like kick, the young man fell out more than two meters away like a broken sack.

The rest of the people scattered in all directions, but it was useless, and after two minutes, all seven young men were already lying on the ground, and none of them dared to get up.

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