The white crane flutters its wings, the white crane stretches its neck, the white crane cuts off its waist, the shrimp crickets, the mandarin duck legs, and the golden knees

Cai Hongming practiced boxing in the backyard, his body was like a flying crane, flapping his wings and stretching his neck, and he shot with him, as fast as an arrow from the string, as slow as a flowing cloud, flexible and ingenious.

Practicing and practicing, he was completely selfless, and only practiced boxing with his hands and feet according to instinct. Suddenly, he remembered the "White Crane Fu" at the beginning of the Feihe boxing book at home.

Poetry: "The crane sings in Jiugao, and the sound is heard in the sky." ”

Yi Yun: "The crane is singing in the yin, and its son is with it." ”

Cover the crane as a thing, with chastity and idleness, stirring up the sound and resounding. Turning over in the pond and marsh, above the clouds. The top of the silk and the tail of the tail, the shin and the crooked neck. The white of its feathers, bright and bright like the spring snow of the cloud dream; The stretch of its wings is like the autumn moon of the cave. Although Uncle Ji's dragon and phoenix posture at night are not enough to deal with his etiquette; Wang Yifu's Yaolin Yushu is not enough to be cleaner. The Tongxia of the Han Dynasty, the green of the Penghu pot. The shape is dark, and the heart is scarce. If it is not the energy of the dust net, it can not be falling.

Ruofu pecked the moss and walked on the white stone, and splashed the clear stream with water.

The hood of galloping tuna, the floating of algae. Surprise the Yue Girl of the Lotus, and curb the donation of the Lan Zhou.

Soar again to sprinkle, talk about face and coil. The thin shadow of crossing the cold pond, taking the high Xuan of Wei Yi. The order is in Huabiao, and the visit is peaceful in the lonely mountain. Shame on the sheep and don't dance, and Qin Kou is noisy. It is not a posture of the sky, not a close play of the ears and eyes. If you help the wind in the sea, Fen Yihan is in Taiqing. Grab the spirit seal of Danqiu, and the purple stem of Yaopu. Lu Xuangen lives for a long time, inhales vitality and ages. Not the color quality of the phoenix, the lack of the brocade of the bird. The warning of the chicken, the recommendation of the mourning dwelling. There is a wonderful nature of the body, and only the line of creation is hidden.

Suddenly, he realized something, and the rigid fist in his hand gradually became elegant, and he no longer had the old-fashioned taste before.

The most important thing for a person who practices boxing is never to be diligent or to have a good master, but to understand. Comprehension determines the basis of advancement, and there is also a slight possibility of becoming a grandmaster, and many people will rarely have this opportunity in their lifetime. However, Cai Hongming had the fate to realize the way of flying cranes, and the advancement of boxing was just around the corner.

Cai Lang came to the backyard at some point, saw his grandson's boxing skills, touched his beard and smiled with relief.

Suddenly, I saw a crane cry from Cai Hongming's mouth, and the hand-made crane beak pecked out quickly, and the air seemed to be torn, bringing the sound of whirring wind.

"Huh" Cai Lang let out a voice in surprise, his heart moved slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Grandpa, you're up too!"

Cai Hongming saw him next to him after practicing boxing, so he walked over.

"Well, have you practiced crane strength?" Cai Lang looked at Cai Hongming, and somehow looked a little nervous.

"Crane strength seems to be!" Cai Hongming scratched his head, he didn't know if the qi in his body was crane strength?

"Confused."

Cai Lang shouted angrily, how could anyone not even know what he had practiced. He shouldn't have let him go to the northwest in the first place, see what has become now, a whole fool. Cai Lang was annoyed and put his hand on his dantian to feel it, then took him into the inner room, and then took out an iron plate from his room and asked him to peck it with a crane's beak. Cai Hongming did as he was told.

"Puff"

The iron plate is dented a little.

Cai Lang looked at it and nodded, this grandson seems to have really practiced crane strength, but he is only a beginner in crane strength, not very profound.

He put away the iron plate again, then called Cai Hongming into the house, took out a few old ancient books from the hidden corner next to the bed and handed them to Cai Hongming.

"Originally, I was going to bring these into the coffin, but I didn't expect you to practice crane strength, it seems that it is also the will of heaven, and these will be handed over to you in the future. Remember, those who are not in the crane are not allowed to pass on. ”

"Got it, Grandpa."

Cai Hongming flipped through the book that his grandfather gave him, and saw that there were some ointments and boxing techniques that he had never seen before, as well as some vicious techniques of bone dismantling, bone removal, tendon pointing, and pulse interception.

"Ah Gong, these are"

Cai Hongming only flipped through a few articles, and he felt a little dry, he had never heard of the boxing ointment described above, let alone the shocking bone-splitting, bone-removal, tendon-pointing, and pulse amputation techniques above, which were all tricks that would kill people as soon as they were shot.

"These are all the personal experiences of our ancestors, and they have been passed down bit by bit, and the moves are a bit vicious, but it doesn't matter what we use to defend ourselves. You have to remember that you must not use these things to harm others. Of course, if others want to harm us, we are not soft eggs. Cai Lang said solemnly.

"Got it, Ah Gong, it's just that you gave me these, what should I do with the second uncle?"

"You think you can give these things as you like?" Cai Lang blew his beard and glared at his grandson and said, "Impossible, if you don't practice to become a crane, no one wants to see it." There will be no hope for your second uncle in this life. ”

"Oh"

Cai Lang looked at his grandson and said: "Although you have practiced crane strength now, your boxing skills are not good, you have to fly the crane fist shape, but you don't get its bones, I think you still have to practice hard." I think that when I practiced martial arts back then, your Azu was beaten with a stick to practice, and you were not allowed to eat if you didn't practice well. When practicing the crane palm, you directly take the stone and insert it, until all the stones are inserted into stone powder, and the palm is covered with calluses like an iron hand, which is considered to be practiced into a crane palm. Now you young people can't bear that hardship. However, there is no need to suffer that hardship. Look at it now, I'm also old, my bones are crispy, and the things I practiced before have been returned to my ancestors, so I'm ashamed of my ancestors! ”

Cai Lang compared his palms, which were already full of wrinkles, and said with emotion. However, he was still a little dissatisfied with the old man in his heart, so he took Cai Hongming to the open space in the backyard and fought a crane fist in front of him.

Boxing drinking, if the wind and rain are thundering, how can you see a little old.

Cai Hongming was so ashamed that he wanted to escape, and compared with Ah Gong's boxing, the boxing he practiced couldn't see people at all, and it seemed that he would have to practice Feihe boxing with his heart in the future.

After breakfast, Cai Hongming took out a hoe and bucket from home, went to the village commissary to buy a lighter, and walked to the back of the village. Cai Hongsheng saw it, hurriedly chased after him, and followed his brother, having good things to eat was something he had known since he was a child.

Although there are reckless mountains behind Caijia Village, there are also villagers who cultivate land here. Cai Hongming took a fancy to the voles in these crops, and as for the voles in the fields in front of the village, he was already disgusted. Because he felt that those voles should run to the village to eat garbage, it would be very disgusting, unlike the rats in the mountains, which eat fruits, rice and other things, and they are very clean.