A winter afternoon is the best time of the day.

The sun dispelled the fog that permeated the earth, and the thick frost that had fallen on the dead grass and tiles in the morning gradually disappeared.

The county town of Anding under the sun gradually became clear from the fog and hoarfrost, and the shacks outside the city began to be noisy, and the men walked to the distant hillside in groups of three or five, picking up some dead branches and coming back to make firewood.

Compared with the outside of the city, the inside of the city is much quieter, except for the grain store, there are still people lining up to buy grain, and there are few people in other places.

Even the men who went into the city to find a job were much less, after all, they had to pay a fee to enter the city.

Zhiwen stood in the courtyard, standing with his feet apart, his legs slightly bent, and his two hands turning slowly, this was the last of the thirteen potentials - cloud hands.

His action fell in the eyes of Zhiwen Niang, who was still running circles in the yard, that is, his son was so bored that he was playing in circles in the yard, and the girl who had already finished running the circle was not too angry, and followed behind her brother, gesturing with a clear eye, sweat soaked the bangs on her forehead, and stuck tightly to her head.

Of course, Zhiwen knew how ridiculous his actions were in the eyes of others.

This momentum cloud hand is really like Zhang Sanfeng's Taijiquan taught Zhang Wuji in the Legend of Heaven and Dragon Slayer, that is, drawing all kinds of circles, big, small, round, flat, positive, oblique, and with a variety of different postures and steps, it looks a little silly.

Since deciding to postpone his trip, Zhiwen has basically focused his energy on cultivation.

Of course, the supervision of his mother and Nannan has not relaxed at all, and as for Zheng San, no one can see it.

Compared with Zheng San and his wife, Zhiwen is more optimistic about Nannan, after all, the bones of these two people have been finalized, and Nannan is still small and has great plasticity.

In the case that the cultivation of the third picture has not made much progress, Zhiwen can only maintain a non-impatient mentality.

He himself guessed that it might be that this body was malnourished before, which caused the foundation to be too poor, and the third picture was to enhance qi strength, which required sufficient qi and blood, so when his own qi and blood were not full, he could not be refined.

Although it has not yet been trained, the increase in its own strength can be really felt, and although it is not as strong as an adult man, it can already be compared with an adult woman.

Therefore, Zhiwen put more energy on these thirteen potential boxing fights, and it took more than a month, except that the first momentum was practiced before the insect plague, from the second potential lazy clothes to the twelfth potential bow and tiger shooting, and today I just started to practice this last momentum - Cloud Hand.

When I first started practicing, I just drew a scoop according to the gourd and compared the movements, and when the circle was drawn more and more, and the movements became more and more proficient, the feeling was different.

To say that the previous twelve potentials are all single moves in duplicate, Zhiwen himself added the practice of the left potential, but he just changed the direction, trying to make himself more proficient in all directions.

The first of them is special, it has the meaning of outline and leadership, and it seems that these boxing fights in the back are all changed from it.

Now as soon as the thirteenth potential is started, I feel that it has played a summarizing role, which can integrate the entire boxing road, not only can make all the thirteen potential boxing fights blend together, you have me, I have you, and no longer distinguish each other, but also make the strength sent out more complete and effective.

Now Zhiwen's strength is equivalent to that of an adult woman, if he hits a person with the first twelve fist fights, he feels that he will definitely be able to surpass the hitting power of adult women, after all, there are a few ordinary women who have practiced boxing, and these twelve fist fights are very smart.

As for whether it can be compared with the boxing power of adult men, Zhiwen has no bottom.

If he can completely master this last cloud hand, so that the entire thirteen potentials are indistinguishable from each other, Zhiwen himself feels that he will definitely be able to surpass the striking power of an adult strong man.

After having this realization in his heart, Zhiwen's heart was hot, and the circles kept turning one after another, without noticing at all, he had already drawn a circle in the courtyard for almost two hours.

Zhiwen Niang had already finished her lap running task and went to work in the kitchen.

Nan Nan lost interest and ran to play in the alfalfa field that had already been cut.

Just when Zhiwen's painting circle was drawing vigorously, the courtyard gate made a "dang chang" sound, and someone pushed it open from the outside, and Zheng San walked in.

Zheng San was already surprised by his slow, like the movements of an old man and an old lady, and went straight past him, shouting: "Zhiwen Niang, Zhiwen Niang." ”

"What's here, what's here," Zhiwen Niang echoed loudly in the kitchen in the backyard, "What's wrong?" ”

"Don't cook," Zheng San said, "I'll go eat at my uncle's place in a moment." ”

Zhiwen slowly retracted his fists, he was almost done, he rested for a while, and with the interruption that Zheng San came in just now, he lost the state of mind just now.

"What's so good about their family?" Zhiwen Niang walked through the hall from the backyard and said while wiping her hands with her apron.

"I said it was to thank me for taking my second child to work and inviting us to a meal." Zheng San replied.

"Yo, that's not going to the city, and you don't have to pay the city fee when you come back after eating." Zhiwen Niang was not happy.

"Where, I moved into the city," Zheng Sanyi sat on the steps in front of the hall, "A few people in the Land Temple couldn't stay up and left, and they came out empty, and the second child took it and let their family move in." ”

"There's not enough space, Daddy." Zhiwen took a piece of linen cloth to make a towel, and asked while wiping his sweat, in the winter, if he didn't dry the sweat on his body in time, he was afraid of catching a cold.

"I built a shack against the wall of the temple, and it was barely enough to squeeze it." Zheng San said.

"It's rare," Zhiwen Niang quipped, "Since I married you, it seems that I haven't eaten their family's meal." ”

"I'm not going," Zhiwen said suddenly, "you guys go." ”

"What's wrong?" Zheng San asked.

"It's nothing, I just don't want to go." Zhiwen actually felt that the family's heart was not right, and it was rare to commit the second illness of returning to middle school today.

"Okay, okay, then you are busy practicing calligraphy." Zhiwen Niang hurriedly said, and gave Zheng San another look.

Since Zheng Si took the restraint of Wang Xuexue's retreat, Zhiwen has been particularly unkind to see this family, this Zheng San and his wife both know, in fact, they themselves are not it, but this person of the same clan and clan, not only can not tear his face, sometimes he has to pull the handle and help him, which is also aggrieved.

After staying for a while, Zheng San and his wife went out with Nannan, and Zhiwen posed well, intending to continue practicing cloud hands.

Just about to draw a circle, he suddenly remembered something, he couldn't help but hit his forehead, and hurriedly opened the courtyard door and rushed out, fortunately, the three of them didn't go far.

"Dad, mother, come back." Zhiwen beckoned urgently.

"What, what's the matter?" The three of them turned around, and Zheng San asked.

They didn't think that Zhiwen had changed his mind and was going to follow, his son knew it himself, and he hadn't changed his mind, so something must have happened.

Back in the courtyard, Zhiwen closed the door and pushed Zhiwen Niang and Nannan to the bedroom.

"Put on the old clothes and go again." Zhiwen said as he walked.

Zhiwen Niang looked at the clothes on herself and Nannan, patted her head, and went in with Nannan.

Although it has only been worn for a few months, for Zheng Si's family, it is completely new clothes, and it is strange not to make them blush when they wear it like this.

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