Between the mountains, the manor lake.

A gentle breeze blows through the lake, and a burst of humidity hits your face.

The artificial lake in Xue's manor is drawn from mountain springs, and the water quality is excellent, and the fish and shrimp in it have no natural enemies, and swim in groups.

Walking on the small wooden bridge leading to the Huxin Pavilion, An Qisheng and Jing Xiaolou talked.

"When I have nothing to do, the teacher likes to sit quietly in the middle of the lake, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter."

Jing Xiaolou smiled on his face, and his words were not hurried:

"Over the years, more and more people have visited, and although the teacher doesn't care much, we as disciples have to check it."

"The great grandmaster's mind is not comparable to others."

An Qisheng sighed slightly.

The Great Xuanwu Wind is extremely strong, but there are only three great masters who see that the gods are not bad, except for the one who died at the hands of Mu Longcheng.

There are few traces of the Absolute Dust Daoist, Han Longhua has not been out of retreat for many years, and the only one who really lives in the world normally is this Xue Zheng Grand Master.

Seeing the great master of the god level, in ancient times, he was born as a land immortal, and when he entered the WTO, he was a great country and a national teacher.

A person of this level can guide the younger generations day after day, year after year, no wonder he is revered by the northern and southern martial arts, and the dispute between the north and the south can be eliminated in one word.

Between the two talking, they were already close to the Lake Center Pavilion.

An Qisheng looked up and saw an old man sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake with a fishing rod in his hand.

The old man wore a cardigan coat, stepped on cloth shoes, had gray hair, a thin back, and was not tall.

But he sat cross-legged, and the aura of the whole person merged with the entire Lake Center Pavilion and even the entire lake.

So much so that An Qisheng and the two of them subconsciously stopped, for fear that taking a step forward would destroy this harmonious aura.

"This aura ......"

An Qisheng was very sensitive and keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Just one step back and forth, it seems to step into another world.

The feeling of peace, tranquility, etherealness, and indisputability filled his heart, so much so that he could feel the smell of pleasure in his body and mind.

"What is this?"

An Qisheng's heart was shocked.

Under such an aura, no one can rise to a violent heart, right?

"Teacher."

Jing Xiaolou bowed slightly.

"Baji, An Qisheng, meet the Great Grandmaster."

Anderson saluted.

"Fish, hooked."

The old man in the pavilion in the middle of the lake raised his head, and as soon as he lifted the fishing rod, a grass carp twisted its body and slapped the surface of the lake and splashed.

"Bajiquan."

The old man took the grass carp and put it in the basket and turned around.

I saw that the old man's face was thin and thin, his long beard was gray, and his deep eyes were as unfathomable as the sea.

He looked at An Qisheng, and his eyes flashed with a ripple:

"Many years ago, the unscrupulous descendants of the Wang family died bravely and ruthlessly overseas, losing the essence of the Eight Extremes, some time ago I heard that a junior found the essence of the Eight Extremes, you gave it to him?"

"Yes."

An Qisheng nodded.

It has been several months since Bajiquan was passed on to Wang Anfeng, and it is not surprising that it has spread.

"There are thousands of boxing techniques in the world, and the things left by the older generation are not necessarily the best, but they can't be lost, and they can be recovered, which is very good."

The old man bowed slightly, and his eyes became more and more gentle:

"He's a nice boy, come and sit."

"Great Grandmaster Xie."

An Qisheng thanked him and walked towards the Huxin Pavilion with Jing Xiaolou.

As he stepped forward, An Qisheng's aura became clearer and clearer, and this feeling was very strange, like when he was a child, lying on the grass and looking up at the blue sky, the clouds were rolling.

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, there are stone tables and chairs.

The old man put down the rod and motioned for the two to sit on his left and right.

"When I was young, I learned boxing, and the talent and conditions were not good, but I could barely count the word diligence, I thought when I walked, I thought when I sit, I practiced in the morning, and I practiced in the evening, which made me practice kung fu ......."

The two sat down, the old man took a sip of the teacup, and said slowly:

"With three points of kung fu, the heart is different, I love to do it with people, the north and south of the country, hundreds of boxers, have fought each other. Bajiquan, I saw it once at that time, and it has been more than 60 years......"

The old man's voice was flat but condensed, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but be attracted to all his mind.

An Qisheng's mind came to mind the life of this great master.

This great master is now nearly ninety years old, and his martial virtue and prestige can be said to be the highest in the Daxuan martial arts world.

But when he was young, he was not a person who kept to himself.

After he succeeded in kung fu, he picked many fields from south to north.

But since ancient times, those who have fought hand in hand have not been able to avoid bloodshed and casualties.

What should I do if my brother who grew up together was beaten and disabled?

What should I do if my senior brother is the eldest brother and the younger brother who is short behind me every day is abolished?

What should I do if my disciple who has worked hard for more than ten years is frustrated and ruined his future?

Can only be played!

Yes, sweeping all the way from north to south, it was extremely highlight, but in the end, it was the great master who was almost hacked to death several times after that, and was killed in the wilderness.

forced him to join the army for nine years, half to learn boxing in the army, and half to take refuge.

This grievance, until seven years in the army, he made great achievements, and fought all the way from north to south, subduing all the enemies.

It's just over for the time being.

As for how this great master was able to make all the enemies dare not come to the door and dare not seek resentment, no one knows this.

"It's old, and when I remember it, it's endless."

After talking a lot, the old man stopped talking and looked at An Qisheng:

"You fight a set of punches, I'll see."

An Qisheng looked around, the small wooden bridge leading to the pavilion in the center of the lake was only two meters wide and narrow, and the fishing rods and baskets, stone tables and benches in the pavilion in the center of the lake were also very small.

"Good!"

He didn't refuse, straightened up, jumped out of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and stood still on the narrow wooden bridge.

After arching his hand slightly, he pulled the fist open.

With the fist momentum, An Qisheng's temperament suddenly changed, as if he had changed from a delicate and shy boy to a fierce general on the battlefield in an instant!

Call!

He stepped into a fist, from extreme stillness to extreme movement.

Between stepping back and forth, swaying from side to side, the strength of the body is constantly drumming, and under the white sweatshirt, it seems to turn into a small mouse.

Bang bang bang~

On the narrow wooden bridge, An Qisheng was calm in his heart and forgot about himself with his punches.

Punches out of the shins, knees, waist, arms, elbows, wrists, palms, fingers, and punches all over the body.

The fists are like guns, and the body is full of spears!

"What a domineering fist!"

In the pavilion, Jing Xiaolou's eyes lit up slightly.

He had only seen An Qisheng's kung fu before, but he didn't expect that he was actually practicing such a powerful foreign boxing.

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu fought with the Eight Extremes Grandmaster Wang Honglin, and then he said that the Eight Extremes are the first! Looking at it now, the first may be exaggerated, but it is also extraordinary. ”

Watching An Qisheng practice boxing, the old man nodded slightly:

"Xiaolou, you fought with this kid with a pictogram fist,

Take a look, the first fierce three hundred years ago is not comparable to the fierce first today. ”