That night, Zhao Yan's memory was a little vague, and he vaguely remembered that he, Zhang Peng, and Li Yan finally got into the taxi of the driver's master, and he seemed to say: "Go back!" Go back and sleep while waiting for news from the police......"

Zhao Yan still vaguely remembered that not long after getting into the car, Li Yan suddenly vomited, and the back seat of the car was everywhere, and Zhang Peng, who had not vomited, also vomited.

I still remember that after getting out of the car, the three of them put their shoulders on each other's shoulders, supported each other, and stumbled towards the school.

At that time, many alumni came and went at the gate of the school, men and women, as if many people were pointing at them, and they seemed to see the eldest grandson Xia Qiu in their hazy sight?

Zhao Yan wasn't sure, he only knew that someone seemed to help him to the dormitory later, and helped him wipe his face and hands with a hot towel, as if he also helped him wash his feet and help him take off his coat......

Then, there is no then.

Zhao Yan didn't remember the rest of the matter, he seemed to be asleep.

I guess I'm asleep!

Because of the fragmentation of memory, Zhao Yan found that he had entered the world of dreams again, and it was very rare to possess the body of the Shenwu general Wang Chuanhong again.

Brand new scenes!

This time, the Shenwu general Wang Chuanhong did not meet the emperor at the Jinluan Palace, nor was he on the way to the expedition, but practiced swordsmanship in a simple mansion.

Wang Chuanhong's knife is as simple and unpretentious as his people, the back of the knife is very thick, the tail of the handle is tied with a red cloth, the blade is straight, and the tip of the knife is slightly curved.

Zhao Yan visually measured that the knife weighed at least twenty catties.

In this dream, Zhao Yan witnessed Wang Chuanhong's knife technique, fast and slow, strange and positive, when practicing, this long knife seemed to be alive, running in Wang Chuanhong's hands, fast and slow, accompanied by Wang Chuanhong's ever-changing footwork. The sword light shrouded him in the square place, and when Wang Chuanhong finished practicing the knife technique several times and inserted the long knife into the scabbard, Zhao Yan inexplicably felt a sense of regret in his heart.

It's not that I regret that there are any shortcomings in this set of knife techniques, but I regret that Wang Chuanhong has finished practicing, and watching Wang Chuanhong practice knives is simply a pleasure.

Wang Chuanhong's knife technique......

Zhao Yan remembered that when he heard the story of Shenwu General Wang Chuanhong when he was a child, Wang Chuanhong's sword technique seemed to be called - Nine Styles of Breaking the Wind.

In the dream, Zhao Yan saw Wang Chuanhong having breakfast with his wife and children after practicing the knife in the morning.

Wang Chuanhong called his wife "Xiaohui". Two sons, one named Liren and the other named Liyi.

Wang Chuanhong's wife is very virtuous, she doesn't forget to take care of her husband and children when she eats, and her two sons, Wang Liren should be the eldest and more stable, Wang Liyi looks like a big head, although he doesn't speak when he eats. But his eyes and temperament don't seem to be a safe master.

Zhao Yan had long suspected that Lu Yang, Wang Chuanhong in the dream, and the old emperor in the other dream were all his previous lives, so. In the dream of this night, Zhao Yan watched Wang Chuanhong practice knives, and his mood was different, in a trance. It was suspected that he was practicing by himself, and he looked at it for a moment. Zhao Yan felt that Wang Chuanhong's knife technique was vaguely familiar.

When Wang Chuanhong and his wife and children were eating together, Zhao Yan looked at Xiaohui's face, the more he looked at it, the more he felt kind, looking at Wang Liren, who was about ten years old, and Wang Liyi, who was about eight years old, also felt kind, I don't know if his drunkenness was brought to the dream that night, Zhao Yan looked at these two boys, just like looking at his own son.

It's a very strange feeling.

He Zhao Yan is obviously only 18 years old, but looking at these two little guys who are not much younger than him, they actually have a feeling of looking at their son, a strange feeling, but Zhao Yan really has this feeling in his heart.

Looking at Wang Liyi, who has a tiger head and a tiger brain and a god in his eyes, looking at it, Zhao Yan felt so sad in his heart.

Ever since he saw Shenwu General Wang Chuanhong in a dream and suspected that Wang Chuanhong was his past life, Zhao Yan checked Wang Chuanhong's details on the Internet.

Historical materials on the Internet show that Wang Chuanhong's youngest son Wang Liyi is strong in martial arts and brave in the three armies, but when he was 18 years old, when he followed his father to lead the army to attack the rebels of Yanwang Zhu Di, he died in order to rescue his father and brother who were surrounded by rebels.

If Wang Chuanhong is really my past life, then, Wang Liyi...... My youngest son, in order to save me, died under the rebels' knives, and that year, he was only 18 years old, the same age as he Zhao Yan is now.

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At about five o'clock in the morning the next day, Zhao Yan woke up.

Opening his eyes and sitting at the head of the bed with his arms in his arms, Zhao Yan looked very melancholy.

When he thought that Wang Liyi might be his son in his previous life, and that the eight or nine-year-old little guy in the dream would die on the battlefield in about ten years to save him, he felt very uncomfortable.

Strong martial arts, brave champion of the three armies......

That's what the historical stuff says on the Internet, my son?

Before dawn, Zhao Yan didn't turn on the lights, just sat silently at the head of the bed with the quilt for more than half an hour, and there was no trace of sleep.

More than half an hour later, Zhao Yan got dressed and got off the bed, still didn't turn on the light, put on sneakers, opened the door, walked out of the dormitory, went downstairs, came to the mountain behind the school where he practiced on weekdays, broke off a branch of about one meter, and removed its branches and leaves.

The images in the dream came to his mind as clearly as a movie image, and his memories in the dream were always so vivid and clear that he was almost unforgettable.

With his eyes closed, Zhao Yan used a branch to practice imitating Wang Chuanhong's knife technique while recalling.

Zhao Yan had not practiced swordsmanship before, but his kung fu on his fists and feet had already had a lot of attainments, and people who practiced martial arts often said: Weapons are an extension of the hands and feet.

With the foundation of fist and foot kung fu in his body, it didn't take long for Zhao Yan to imitate and practice Wang Chuanhong's knife technique, and he had a bit of appearance.

His state of mind was still immersed in the sentimentality of Wang Liyi's death on the battlefield at the age of 18, in this state of mind, Zhao Yan had no distracting thoughts, and the more he practiced the Wind Breaking Nine Style, he didn't know how many times he practiced it, and suddenly, the thumb-thick branch in his hand clicked softly, and the center of gravity of the branch in his hand suddenly changed.

It was only at this time that Zhao Yan slowly opened his eyes and saw that the branch in his hand had broken near the end, and only a little bark was still attached.

It was only at this time that Zhao Yan found that the sky was already bright, and the hazy morning light shrouded the woods like a light veil.

He stared fixedly at the broken branch in his hand, and after a moment, he looked down at his feet, which were already stained with damp mud.

With a sigh of depression, Zhao Yan threw the broken branch aside, twisted his neck, the bone joints made a crisp click, his palms stretched forward, his five fingers stretched out and tightened, his arms slowly twisted, his palms slowly turned upward, Zhao Yan could feel that the muscles on his arms had tensed.

The shoulders shrugged and twisted, and the shoulder blades moved.

When the arms were shifted to the left and right, and when they moved over the parallel line in front of the chest, there was a soft sound in the middle of the chest, and the ribs in front of the chest were also opened.

As soon as he moved over, his arms and palms suddenly clenched into fists, and he suddenly punched forward, and Zhao Yan could feel the muscles in his back tense.

The sudden double fist was withdrawn, the shoulder suddenly tilted to the left, and the center of gravity instantly shifted to the left foot, and at the same time, the right foot kicked a side kick into the void on the right, and the right foot was immediately withdrawn, and then kicked in front of him - a straight kick.

After the straight kick, the right foot lands, the shoulder is tilted to the right, the weight of the body shifts to the right foot, and the left foot kicks sideways and straight kicks, and after the straight kick, the body suddenly rises on the spot, and it is another sharp spin back kick.

This time, when his feet hit the ground, Zhao Yan began to practice his Bajiquan as usual.

Punches and kicks, like flowing water, Wang Chuanhong's knife technique seems to have broadened his horizons in boxing, and today he practiced Bajiquan, Zhao Yan's feeling was more fluid than before, practicing and practicing, he had such a strange consciousness in his mind - he imagined his body as a plastic bag, and this plastic bag contained a very aggressive, wild and untamable beast, this monster was unwilling to be trapped in the plastic bag, so he rushed left and right in the plastic.

Every time he punches, kicks, or knees, elbows, and all other attacks, Zhao Yan imagines it as the direction of the monster's impact inside the plastic bag.

Fierce, fearless, without warning......

With such a consciousness in mind, Zhao Yan's punches, kicks, knee hits, elbow strikes and other offensive moves became more and more sudden, fierce, and indomitable.

After two punches, Zhao Yan's body was steaming, his face was sweaty, and his facial skin was red, as he retracted his palms to his chest and slowly pressed down, the red skin on his face turned white little by little, and when he pressed his palms to the lower abdomen, the complexion on his face finally returned to normal.

After the fight, Zhao Yan realized that his kung fu seemed to be improving again.

He squinted and thought for a while, and asked himself if it was his previous self today, against the boxing technique he had just now, even if it was also Bajiquan, his previous self today would definitely not be his opponent today.

What do you say about this feeling?

Before, he thought that his boxing skills were perfect, but now that he looked back, he realized that his previous boxing skills were limited by the standard moves of each move.

Just like a student who has just learned grammar to write essays, he tries to write every sentence and paragraph according to the grammatical format written in the textbook, and every sentence may be written without any grammatical errors, but the craftsmanship is too heavy! No Reiki in sight.

And today, just now, he Zhao Yan finally broke through!

Maybe many of his boxing moves just now are no longer standard, but just like a student who has taken off the shackles of grammar in his heart, although his moves are no longer standard, they are more aggressive and combative. (To be continued.) )