"The lad is good, very energetic. Half-step strength, fight with people, right? After the old man carefully looked Wei Wuji up and down, those wise eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

"You're as wise as a torch!" Wei Wuji bowed. The nose takes a deep breath, runs through the chest and lungs, the ten fingers under the feet clasp the ground, the body is slightly tilted, and the pine like a shoulder stands there, a strong and special charm, like the roots of an old tree as calm, born naturally.

The so-called practice of martial arts is not practiced, and when the old game is empty, this martial arts is naturally a means of attack, and it is divided into training methods and fighting methods. And Gong is the pile gong, and the matching breathing method, which is also the real essence of the boxing method, each family has different things, and some are oral transmission, generation after generation of the top secret art.

And what can be seen is only pile work.

Looking at Wei Wuji, who was standing there with his fingers clasped on the ground like an old tree, there was a flicker of emotion in the eyes of the old man and the young man.

As soon as the so-called connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one. There are too many things, too many mysteries, which cannot be expressed in words. Understanding and not understanding is just a fleeting glance.

After a glance, if you understand, you will understand, and if you don't understand, no matter how much you explain, it is plausible. As far as this displayed pile skill frame is concerned, it has indeed entered the door, and even has some taste of entering the house.

In fact, it's normal to think about it, no matter what, Wei Wuji has stepped into the transformation of strength in half a step, compared to many people who have been in the dark energy all their lives, he has already stepped into the ranks of the senior masters.

The rules in the martial arts have always been like this. Not by age, not by generation, but by real strength. When the strength is reached, whether it is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Huangkou child, or a seventy or eighty-year-old old man, he has to bow respectfully when he meets.

Respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional virtue for more than 1,000 years, but it is more of a nature to respect the strong and the strong. Nature is an essence that will not change no matter what vicissitudes of life you experience. Otherwise, there will be an old saying: the country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change.

"Xingyi boxing is good, and there is still a bit of the Three Emperors cannon hammer frame, who did you learn from, Li Yaochen?" Looking at Wei Wuji's figure, tossing and turning there, his steps were light and agile, and his fist hit a set of Xingyi Five Elements Fist between the two strength transitions, and the sound of the air thunderclap brought by the swing of the fist.

The old man's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he also felt a little emotionally like the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves. I think back then, when he was at such an age, he couldn't play such a powerful punch, and his spirit and spirit were integrated, just a little distance.

Li Yaochen is also a generation of martial arts masters, the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer, which is said to be an ancient fist inherited in the period of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, in the hands of Li Yaochen in this era, played a brilliant light. Of course, there are also many powerful masters in the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer Sect today.

But in terms of the age and seniority of the old man, the Three Emperors have a cannon hammer, and the one who can get into the eye is Li Yaochen. The years are not forgiving, and now Li Yaochen should also be the year of the sixtieth year.

"Thanks to your kid's practice of Xingyi Boxing, otherwise I, an old man, would really have no way to guide me today." After a set of Five Elements Boxing, the old man praised. At such an age, such a fist is really quite good.

"The younger generation is rude, I haven't asked you ······ yet" It's embarrassing, it's been so long, and I don't know what the old man is called. The old man smiled slightly and didn't answer, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped a palm on Wei Wuji's shoulder.

"Huh? You're not in the right situation, kid. The moment the old man raised his hand, Wei Wuji's mind couldn't help but tighten, and the instant agitation locked all the pores on Zhou's body.

The original intention of practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body, constantly develop the potential of the body, and return to the original self-instinct. The means of killing are nothing but a means of defending the way. Just when the old man's somewhat dry hand was on Wei Wuji's shoulder for a moment, and Wei Wuji almost couldn't hold back his instinctive counterattack, the hand on his shoulder suddenly retracted.

"Ancestor ······" A hint of worry flashed in the eyes of the young man in black thick clothes, with the old man's skills, in the world, except for those large-caliber and extremely lethal guns, there should be no one or thing that can hurt the old man.

But after all, there is no complete absoluteness in everything, plus the old man's age, if he remembers correctly, there are ninety-four or five, to say the least.

"Don't talk yet. Boy, do you know your own situation? The old man first glanced at the black silk youth, then stared at Wei Wuji and said.

"Senior, this is also a helpless move that there is really no way to do, damaging the origin and losing your life in three moments, this seems to be a choice that can be made without too much consideration." Born in the world, when it is time to decide, it must be decided. Left and right are nothing more than the lesser of two evils.

"With such a heart, he deserves to be a man in the army." The old man looked at Wei Wuji fixedly for a while and then said, "That's it, meeting is fate." What's more, at such a special moment, whether it is the righteousness of the country or the morality of the rivers and lakes, there is no reason to stand idly by. Young man, it's not that I, an old man whose soil is about to be buried in my neck, is blowing big words, in today's world, as far as your body is depleted by the original injury, I am afraid that there is no second branch that can save you except me.

"What are you still doing? Don't hurry up and kneel on the ground and kowtow. Looking at Wei Wuji's eyes, the black silk youth was full of envy and jealousy.

This is that his temperament is quite passable, and he knows a lot about this old man's temper. If you want to put it on others, it is estimated that you will already be pricked by this time.

Wei Wuji may still be stunned and a little unintelligible, the old man's words are obviously saying that he wants to teach him something, even a lifetime of practice. This is the inheritance of the mantle, as detailed in the story of the fifth ancestor Hongren and the sixth ancestor Huineng.

"Well, you don't have to be so cautious. Besides, I'm getting older, so I don't really need to go through too many mood swings. It seems that he didn't see the old man make much movement, and as soon as he raised his hand easily, he stopped Wei Wuji's body from bowing down The mantle of life is certainly a very important thing, but now the country is already like this. What's the point of obsessing over the view of the portal? Wasn't the purpose of establishing this National Art Museum to teach the world that the country would strengthen the country.

"You are a person with a military position, but it is not appropriate to leave the barracks for a long time. You go back and make arrangements for it, and then come here to find me. Passing on the three sutras to you should be able to eliminate calamities for you and increase your cultivation greatly. The old man waved his hand at Wei Wuji and said.

Don't look at the old man who is idle and comfortable now, in the early years, he was also a fierce general in the army, and he understood the rules of the army.

"Thank you for the teacher's kindness, and dare to ask the teacher's name." He knelt heavily on the bluestone slab on the ground, as if his knee belonged to someone else's, and he still had a grudge against him.

A manly man, born between heaven and earth, kneeling to heaven and earth to his parents. With Wei Wuji's temperament and the pride inherited by the Jinwu clan, I am afraid that even heaven and earth will not kneel. But for this old man, he was sincere.

The interaction between people is actually as simple as that. If you give 10 points to others, they will naturally have 10 or even 12 points in return. Except, of course, for some white-eyed wolves with wolf hearts and dogs.

"What kind of honorable name, I'm just an ordinary old man who follows Mr., serves tea and water, and sweeps the floor without anything." The old man waved his hand and said. If it weren't for the kindness of the gentleman, he would have kept him by his side, and would not have thought him stupid, and would have taught him day and night. Over the years, he has also become accustomed to being the shadow of Mr., and has long forgotten what his name is.

"This is Old Man Sun Duofu." The face of the black silk young man, because of Wei Wuji's sincere kneeling, looked a lot better. Maybe it's a change in mood, and for a moment it seems that this kid is a lot more pleasing to the eye. So he spoke.

The old man was indifferent, he didn't care about this, but he couldn't let this kid pick up the cheap for nothing. Anyone who has a little conscience should think of the old man's good every day.

"Surname Sun? That should have something to do with that Martial Saint? The thought flashed like lightning, and Wei Wuji understood.

"I want to see the commander." Although about his appointment, it has not been thoroughly disclosed. But after all, accepting the appointment certificate is equivalent to accepting that level of identity, and being able to command the division commander of the army of 10,000 major generals. Even if he is still a lone light pole now, it is different after all. Now in the entire Nanjing City, the one who is qualified to become Wei Wuji's boss is the commander of the garrison.

"What are you kid looking for me?" Tang Zhisheng seemed to be very busy, if it weren't for Wei Wuji. Others, I'm afraid I won't even see each other.

"I want to take a month's off." Wei Wuji looked at Tang Zhisheng, who was busy and kept operating something on the map, and muttered a little in his heart, this atmosphere seemed to be a little wrong.

"Leave? What do you do when you take time off? Tang Zhisheng raised his head and looked at Wei Wuji. Judging from the information just received, although the Japanese army was blocked in the city of Nanjing.

But he will definitely not give up the whole all-out war because of this, and he has been planning for a long time, and secretly he does not know how many years of preparation for the war. Of course, from the current point of view, the city of Nanjing is not dangerous.

The sword hanging over the head, before it was confirmed that before it was taken off, the Japanese army, which had already suffered a big loss, would definitely not attack Nanjing again. But as the old saying goes, if the skin does not have hair, it will be attached. If the Japanese army takes the surrounding cities, then Nanjing will become a dangerous island surrounded by many people. There is a cloud in the art of war, and it will be dangerous to defend it for a long time.

"When I visited the National Art Museum, I met the old man Sun Duofu······" This matter is not a dark matter that cannot be seen, so Wei Wuji said truthfully. Seventeen years old, still a child, honest and trustworthy.