Of course, Zhou Ming still remembered that Zhang Yujie had told him before that in addition to practicing the Black Tiger Ten Shape Fist on weekdays, Qingyunzi always let him drink the wine in the well in the courtyard, which was a barrel at a time, and he drank seven meat and eight vegetables every time, and he was in a coma for a day or two.

At this time. An old man with a long robe and big sleeves came out of the room, coughing slightly, it was Qingyunzi with a strange temper.

"Zhou Ming, are you here?" There was surprise in Qingyunzi's tone that was difficult to hide.

"Master." Zhou Ming put his backpack aside, knelt on the ground and kowtowed. I'm still a little unfamiliar, and it's a little uncomfortable to call "Master", and I always feel weird in my heart.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Qingyunzi walked over and put his hands together: "Okay, okay, you're finally here." ”

"I've been talking about it for a month." Zhou Ming grinned: "Why did Zhang Yujie drink like this?" "But I was wondering in my heart, why did I have to drink alcohol when I studied art under Qingyunzi? Could it be that he will be drunk with Zhang Yujie in the future?

"Your senior brother? He'd drunk it in the morning, and it's almost time to wake up by now. Qing Yunzi touched his beard, and as soon as he toe Zhang Yujie's waist, his body rose into the air. When it was about to fall, I heard a voice: "Oops! ”

Zhang Yujie did a backflip and landed on his feet, but the strength of the wine was obviously not over, and his body was still shaking. With a confused look in his eyes, he looked at Zhou Ming blankly and said, "Second brother, are you here?" ”

Zhou Ming was a little unhappy when he heard Qingyunzi call Zhang Yujie his senior brother, but now he heard Zhang Yujie call himself "second brother" and became proud again, and said: "It's me who came, you go drink some water and sober up!" ”

"Okay." Zhang Yujie staggered towards the house.

Qingyunzi's face sank and said, "Don't go." Let's practice the Black Tiger Ten Shape Fist first! ”

"Yes!" Zhang Yujie stood up, made a starting gesture, and fought, but the pace was crooked, and the moves were not in order. It was like a three-year-old child throwing his fists indiscriminately, which made Zhou Ming next to him very embarrassed.

When Zhou Ming came to Yunshan for the first time, he and Zhang Yujie fought against each other by the spring pool in the back mountain. At that time, Zhang Yujie was conscious, and this set of Black Tiger Ten Shape Fists was on par with Zhou Ming's Taizu Long Fist, each with its own merits, some offensive and some defensive, some fast and some slow, which made Zhou Ming greatly admired. But Zhang Yujie's current appearance looks like a drunk who has drunk too much, and any rural villager can knock him down.

Zhou Ming glanced at Qing Yunzi cautiously and found that his face was really dark and he looked unhappy. I can't help but wonder, no matter who drinks alcohol, they can't practice as usual, why does Qingyunzi look like this? Could it be that Zhang Yujie wants to train Zhang Yujie to be able to play the Black Tiger Ten Form Punch under any circumstances? But being drunk is drunk, and if you don't have a clear mind, how can you box?

Zhang Yujie's punches were disorganized. The figure was also staggered, and he almost fell into the well several times, which made Zhou Ming sweat. After about an hour, Zhang Yujie's alcohol strength seemed to slowly subside, and his punches were getting better and better, and he was making a tiger and a tiger, and the style of the dragon roared for nine days, which made Zhou Ming can't help but shout: "Okay!" I couldn't help but jump in and fight with Zhang Yujie.

Qingyunzi sat on the bluestone at the door and stroked his beard, proudly watching the two lovers fight. Although in his eyes it was nothing more than two naughty boys fighting, he still had a smile on his face.

The two fought for a while, and suddenly glanced at each other, and they all attacked Qingyunzi. Qingyunzi's robe rolled up, wrapping both of their fists, and with their arms, both of them jumped into the air.

"Haha...... It's still far from it! Qingyunzi's laughter resounded in this quaint courtyard.

"Master is really amazing!" The two of them stood in the courtyard, and they couldn't suppress the smiles on their faces.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect my Qingyunzi to receive two such excellent apprentices in his later years, it's really my great luck!" Qing Yunzi shook his head slightly and said, "Let's have a big dinner tonight!" ”

"Okay." Zhou Ming's face was pleasantly surprised.

"What's good?" Zhang Yujie cried with a sad face: "It's the two of us who are preparing a big dinner and come out to honor the master and his old man!" ”

In the evening, after a hearty dinner, Qingyunzi went to bed satisfied. Zhang Yujie pinched his nose and poured another barrel of wine, talked to Zhou Ming for a while, and then fainted. The night was as cold as water, Zhou Ming spread out his books on the stone table and bench in the courtyard, and studied with a flashlight. Looking at the familiar handwriting on it, as well as the faint fragrance, Zhou Ming couldn't sleep at night.

After a while, he began to write a diary again, which was done according to Chu Tingting's special instructions.

Guangdong line, summer, one day, sunny.

Today is my first day in Yunshan. Guangdong is hot, but the top of Yunshan is cool. When I saw my long-lost third brother Zhang Yujie, I naturally embraced each other enthusiastically, and the two of us will always have endless words together, as if the other party is another self in this world, but they have taken different paths.

There is also the strange-tempered master Qingyunzi. Master. I couldn't get used to it, I felt like I was back in ancient times. Master's temper is elusive, and you never know if he will be angry in the next second. But he's really strong, and Zhang Yujie and I are no match for him. I'm looking forward to learning from him.

Zhang Yujie is drunk again now, so he lies in the yard and sleeps. I don't know why Master always lets him drink, could it be that the amount of alcohol is also an inevitable factor when killing the Red Lotus? If that's the case, wouldn't I have to drink every day from tomorrow onwards? The thought of sleeping with Zhang Yujie in an unintentional hug made me tremble.

On the first day, there was nothing uncomfortable. There is no electricity, I have studied enough with a flashlight, and the battery is also sufficient, so I am ready in advance. Yunshan, will definitely bring me a different surprise!

Cantonese line, summer, one day, cloudy.

The next day turned out to be a cloudy day.

Zhang Yujie woke up early in the morning and started the Black Tiger Ten Form Fist in a daze. I've found that it's really easy for people to do things that don't make sense when their minds aren't clear. Zhang Yujie's "fist" can't be called a fist at all, and when he played the "tiger fist" set, he should have clenched his fists, pulled out a thousand catties, and exerted the momentum of the mountain and tsunami. But Zhang Yujie's fist was soft and soft, like a seven-step snake crawling in the grass.

When the Tiger Fist only has a false appearance and has nothing inside, as the only remaining grandmaster of the "Black Tiger Ten Shape Fist", how can he not be angry? I quietly observed Qingyunzi's expression, like the weather at this time - gloomy.

However, a drunk person should not be treated so harshly. If I were in Zhang Yujie's state, I'm afraid I wouldn't have had any effect. Therefore, it makes me even more confused about Qingyunzi's behavior of forcing Zhang Yujie to drink.

As usual, Zhang Yujie's messy punches are fighting, and they are getting better and better, the tiger gradually has tiger strength, the dragon gradually has dragon power, and the lion gradually has lion anger, which looks very pleasing to the eye. I was also relieved.

Taking advantage of this gap, I also hurriedly asked Qingyunzi for advice, after all, I came here to learn art, and I wanted to kill the red lotus with Zhang Yujie, how could I do nothing every day? But Master said that I was not suitable for practicing the Black Tiger Ten Form Fist. I was stunned at the time, as a descendant of Su Heihu, the master is best at the Black Tiger Ten Shape Boxing, and the stunt that Red Lotus relies on to become famous in the rivers and lakes is also this, Zhang Yujie and I can only fight better to have a chance to defeat Red Lotus. If you don't let me practice, then what do I do?

However, the master said, "Red Lotus's attainments in the Black Tiger Ten Shape Fist are very high, and his talent is no less than the two of you. Therefore, even if the two of you are extremely talented, it will be difficult for you to defeat the Red Lotus if you only cultivate the Black Tiger Ten Form Fist. ”

When I heard this, I was even more curious: "Then what do I practice?" "Take the low bean number.

Master told me to continue practicing Taijiquan, saying that I had unpredictable potential in the path of Taijiquan and that I could go deeper and farther. Then, he passed on to me a set of Tai Chi mantras and methods. It turned out that Master used to have a friend who practiced Taijiquan, and because he owed him a personal favor, he told him this mantra and method.

I asked him why he didn't practice. He said that not everyone can practice Tai Chi, and this mantra and method should be given to those who are destined.

It's weird.

However, this mantra and method are very obscure, and there are some connections with my own understanding before, but there seems to be no connection, and I still need to slowly figure out and study.

Finally, I asked the master again: "Since it is useless to practice the Black Tiger Ten Shape Fist, no matter how you practice, you can't beat the Red Lotus, so why do you let Zhang Yujie practice every day?" ”

The master looked at Zhang Yujie, who was still boxing, and smiled slightly: "He has his own way." ”

It looked like an old liar who was playing tricks.

…………

The years have passed, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

On the top of Yunshan, a melodious guqin sound sounded. In the courtyard, an old man and two young people, the old man stroked the piano with his robe and big sleeves, while the other two teenagers were indeed moving, one was practicing boxing "hey, hey, haha", and the other was sitting peacefully meditating under the peach tree.

"Master, this is not fair!" The boxing boy panted and said, "Why can the second brother easily beat me by sitting there and meditating every day, and I am a hundred times harder than him and a thousand times harder?" ”

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the old man put his hand on the guqin and said with a smile: "Everyone has different circumstances. The Tai Chi he practiced required meditation and enlightenment, and the more he realized, the greater his progress. And you need to study hard and strive for perfection in every move! Moreover, it does not mean that he works less hard than you, and he is more tired and tired when he engages in Tai Chi. ”

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the meditating young man suddenly stood up and began to punch in the courtyard, but the punching technique was extremely slow, and his eyes were still tightly closed, as if he was sleepwalking.

"Second brother doesn't know what the hell is going on!" Zhang Yujie suddenly jumped over and made a move of the tiger down the mountain, and the air seemed to be shaken by this momentum! Zhou Ming seemed to be an unpredictable prophet, although his eyes were closed, his body twisted away strangely, dodging Zhang Yujie's domineering move.