The starry rendition on the black stone was not inscrutable, and it took the boy two nights to finally see it clearly.

That's a set of boxing, Yunji Boxing.

Yunjiquan is not a real combat boxing method, it is more about allowing you to temper your body, learn to control your strength, and most importantly: the birth of qi.

There are a total of one hundred and eight styles in this set of punches, each of which can be tempered corresponding to a certain part of the body, and the conversion between each style is a circle, just like a cloud on the edge of the sky, without edges and corners, round and full, and the control of power is between this transformation.

The other part of this set of fists is the spitting, mobilizing the rhythm between fists and fists, and between styles and styles, plucking the strings in the depths of the body, opening the Tao of the self, so that it naturally echoes with heaven and earth, and conforms to the Tao of the universe.

The boy didn't know what the Tao was, but he knew that this set of punches could bring him a different path, and it was also the first step in his cultivation.

Standing in the courtyard at the beginning of the week, the starry night above his head, surrounded by lonely mountains and forests, maybe this set of boxing techniques fits with himself, or maybe the teenager has excellent understanding, Yunji boxing makes Zhou Zhizhi not a little blunt, but very familiar, it seems that it has been practiced thousands of times, every style, every punch, every spit in the young man's long arm gradually integrated, forming an inseparable whole.

When the whole set of Yunji Fist was done, it took more than half an hour, when the last circle was drawn with both hands at the beginning of the week, the fists were closed, and when he exhaled a breath of turbidity, the whole body suddenly emitted an extremely fine tremor, and every muscle and bone in the body seemed to have been tempered thousands of times, and the impurities were slowly discharged from the pores, emitting an unpleasant fishy smell.

At the beginning of the week, he was immersed in the pleasure of the body at this moment, and a little starlight was born in the heart, radiating warm energy, which was the qi born in the body, although it was still very weak, but it was shining brightly, as if the heaven and earth had just opened, and the only light born from the chaos.

The young man believes that this light will grow stronger, and will accompany him day and night, and never abandon it.

Father Zhou woke up early in the morning and found his son sleeping soundly in the courtyard again, covered with autumn frost.

In the following days, the boy followed his father up the mountain to chop wood during the day, and practiced boxing in the courtyard at night, but Yunji boxing was extremely physically exhausting, often tired and hungry after a set of punches, and at the beginning of the week, he was always happy that the starlight in his body continued to grow at the same time, and he was wrapped in a fishy smell and slept in the courtyard.

At first, Father Zhou always woke him up distressedly and worried about his son's illness, but over time, he saw that his son was fine, so he didn't care about him, but himself, his body was worse day by day, and the injuries in the monuments eroded his old body under the accumulation of time.

The boy found out that in the subsequent chopping wood, he slowly became to cut it, and his father tied it up. There were even a few times when Zhou Zhizhi went up the mountain alone to chop firewood, and no longer let his father work.

When chopping firewood down the mountain, the boy carried a bundle of firewood that was taller than the others every time, and the villagers were amazed when they saw it.

"What a lot of strength, Daddy Zhou is so blessed. ”

"Zhou Da is really going to be blessed, his son is so capable, and there is hope for the future. ”

At this time, Father Zhou was embarrassed to say: There, there, but his old tree-like face always showed a smug and proud smile.

On this day, Daddy Zhou dragged the bundle of firewood into the city with a donkey cart, and originally wanted to go with him at the beginning of the week, but Dad was worried that the beggars in the city would still remember the youth, so he asked him to take care of the house and went alone.

The boy spent half a day chopping firewood, and in the afternoon he started boxing when he had nothing to do, Daddy Zhou's home was halfway up the mountain, and few people came on weekdays, but today someone came.

At the beginning of the week, he saw Xiaohua, Yueyue and Zhang Xiaodao walking along the path towards his house, but he didn't stop, the fist in his hand was still in a circle, Yunji Quan was not afraid of interruption, but he felt that the three children might not have anything serious, and the more Yunji Quan practiced, the more enjoyable he felt, so he didn't bother to stop.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Xiaodao walked in the front, and saw Zhou Zhizhi standing in the courtyard with his feet on the ground in a circle, and his hands in the air in a circle, seemingly boxing, but not like, the key is that it is too slow, such a punch has already been knocked down before it hits people.

"What is he doing?" Xiaohua also asked curiously.

On the side, Yueyue took out a wild fruit and chewed it, with a curious face: "Is the little brother learning Grandma Zhang to walk?"

Grandma Zhang is their neighbor, in her sixties, she is considered to be a long-lived person, but she just walks around, always like she is going in circles.

"Don't talk nonsense...... Oops, it stinks, it stinks!" Xiaohua just took a few steps forward, and quickly twisted her nose and ran away.

Zhang Xiaodao ran away, shouting in his mouth: "Mom, it stinks, did this kid fall into the dung pit?"

Yueyue also twisted her nose and followed behind Sister Xiaohua, and the fruits in her hands were lost, "Little brother stinks, even the fruits stink." ”

At the beginning of the week, he slowly retracted his fists, exhaled a breath of turbidity, felt the growth of the starlight in his heart, the warm internal force traveled all over his body, and the cold of late autumn was dispelled without a trace.

The three of Xiaohua stood outside the courtyard, looking at the young man on tiptoe, Zhou Zhizhi was amused, and greeted him and said, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing Zhou Chuchu coming, the three of them were all discolored, and they shouted: "Don't come here, it stinks, it stinks." ”

Zhou Zhichu suddenly remembered that after practicing, the impurities on his body smelled fishy, and he immediately turned around and ran, "You guys will wait." ”

When Zhou Chuchu took a shower, changed his clothes, and came out chewing a piece of corn, if he didn't eat something, he was afraid that he would fall asleep again.

"Boy, did you just fall into the dung pit? Why does it stink so much?" asked Zhang Xiaodao as he drove away the air in front of him with his hand.

"If you call me by my name again, I'll beat you. ”

At the beginning of the week, I felt that it was better to be straight to this kid.

Zhang Xiaodao opened his mouth wide, "You beat me?!"

"Try?"

At the beginning of the week, he kicked a bundle of firewood into the air and landed steadily on the stack of firewood in the corner of the yard. He nodded with satisfaction, although Yunji Fist was not used in actual combat, his control of strength had indeed improved a lot.

Zhang Xiaodao looked at the firewood stack and closed his mouth wisely, this kid is really a freak, but the strength of the thin man is amazing.

"Little brother, what were you doing? It really stinks. Yueyue was nibbling on a new wild fruit, she asked at the beginning of the week.

"I'm boxing. ”

"Haha, I'm laughing to death, it's a terrible punch, and the old lady is better than fighting. Zhang Xiaodao spoke to Zhou Zhichu, but his eyes drifted to Xiaohua.

Xiaohua frowned, "Don't lie to people, this is boxing, you can't beat people at all if it's so slow." ”

Zhou Zhichu said: "It's really a boxing technique, but this punch is not used to hit people, but to temper yourself, so that you can make your body stronger and stronger." ”

“...... It's like striking iron?!"

"That's how much strength you have?"

"I see, it's about turning bad fruit into good fruit. ”

Zhou Zhichu looked at the three of them in surprise, but he didn't expect their understanding to be good.

"Teach me!" Xiaohua's eyes lit up, she had always had a chivalrous dream.

"Brother Zhou also taught me. ”

Zhou Chuchu smiled: "But people will stink." ”

"Huh?" the little flower is discolored, girls are not afraid of hardship, but they are most afraid of smell.

"Don't get stinky. ”

"When you punch, you have to sweat, and the bad impurities in the body will come out, and people will naturally stink, but when the body becomes stronger, it will not stink anymore. "At the beginning of the week, I actually guessed.

"That's good. Xiaohua patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yueyue looked at Sister Xiaohua and suddenly said, "Don't you want your little brother to teach you to read and write, why do you still want to learn boxing?"

"Literacy?"

Xiaohua blushed slightly, but Zhang Xiaodao said directly: "Yes, Brother Zhou will teach us to read and write." ”

Seeing that Zhou Chuchu didn't understand, Xiaohua said: "Zhou ...... The last time Brother Zhou delivered firewood to Yueyue's house, the neighbor's Grandma Zhang saw you writing, so she ......"

"So you want to learn to read. ”

Xiaohua and Zhang Xiaodao glanced at each other, and both nodded, and Yueyue also nodded vigorously.

Seeing that Zhou Chuchu was a little hesitant, Xiaohua said: "One year, my father helped people to fight farm tools, obviously played enough, but afterwards said that there were ten less, and took out the receipt that my father drew at that time, because I didn't know how to read, so I could only suffer a dumb loss, and then my father said that if I knew how to read, I wouldn't be bullied, I want to help my father, I want to know how to read." ”

"Me too, my mother often goes to the city to sell mountain goods, because she can't read, she has been deceived several times, and no one even pays attention to the official, I want to read and help my mother. ”

"I'm going to help my mother too. Yueyue stopped gnawing the fruit and stared at Zhou Zhichu with her eyes.

Zhou Chuchu smiled, "Then do you want to learn to read or practice boxing?"

"You have to learn!" Xiaohua said decisively.

"Okay, but I have to chop wood on weekdays, so I can only teach in the afternoon. ”

"Then it's decided, learn words and boxing. ”

"Good. ”

Xiaohua hesitated, and then said, "There are still three children in the village, can they come to school together?"

"Yes," Zhou Chuchu thought for a while, and then said: "But you can only learn words, this punch is troublesome to learn, and when you learn it, if they want to learn, you will teach it." ”

Xiaohua smiled, her face flushed with joy.

Zhang Xiaodao was also happy to scratch his ears and cheeks.

Yueyue handed over a fruit: "Little brother, eat the fruit." ”

At the beginning of the week, he took the fruit and ate it in one bite, which was sweet and sour.

That night, Father Zhou came back with a donkey cart, and he raised a bright spot in his hand towards Zhou Zhichu, which was a tael of broken silver.

It turned out that Daddy Zhou was lucky today, he caught up with the city guard to procure, and the firewood of the whole vehicle was bought together, and it was more cost-effective than before, and he also explained that as long as there was dry firewood, it would be sent before the year.

"I heard that it is because of the people from the capital, so I have to be thoughtful, and I want to thank my son for cutting a lot of firewood in the past few days, otherwise he would not have entered the city to sell firewood in advance, let alone the housekeeper of the city guard, haha. ”

Zhou Chuchu was also happy for his father, and by the way, he proposed to teach Xiaohua to read and write.

Dad nodded, agreed, and said something that really wanted the children in the village to learn words, and they would not be bullied by the city people in the future.

Since then, every afternoon, Zhou Zhizhi has taught Xiaohua three people to read and write, as well as several other children in the village, most of them are not more than thirteen years old, Zhou Zhizhi felt strange, and asked to know that because there was a battle on Qishan West Road three years ago, all the strong men over fourteen years old in the village were pulled, and they didn't come back, so there was only one blacksmith left in the village who was in the prime of life, and the others were old and young women and children.

Zhou Zhichu was cold, thinking that if he came a few more times, there would still be people left at the border, and this was indeed the case, in the past few decades, there have been fewer and fewer people on the border, and the villages have disappeared one by one, and the villages closest to Qianshan Village are dozens of miles away, which also forced many women to do men's work, and Zhang Xiaodao's mother was forced to go up the mountain to be a female hunter because of this.