More than a month has passed, and Song Hao is sitting behind the counter flipping through a history book. He hasn't opened seriously for a month, although he doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking now, but it is not a long-term solution to never get into the account, Song Hao thought about selling the green glazed bowl of the Southern Song Dynasty, but he just sold the things in the town store, if he sold it, it would be gone, so he was ready to study the history of the capital, and planned to take the initiative, go back to the past, and come back with something.

"Beep!"

Song Hao's pager rang, he glanced at it and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, so he picked up the landline on the counter and dialed it back.

"Hey! Is it Mr. Song? ”

"Hello, who are you?"

"Mr. Song! I'm Zhao Lingyun! You are so unrighteous, you promised to buy me a few more good things, how can you go to the capital! ”

"Oh! Hehe! I'm sorry Mr. Zhao, I have a store in the capital, so I'm back! ”

Song Hao was a little embarrassed, indeed he promised Zhao Lingyun to buy him some good things that day, but he left in a hurry, and he didn't know where to put Zhao Lingyun's business card? I can't tell him a word.

"Mr. Song! Do you have something good in your hands right now? ”

"Yes, yes! But it's inconvenient for me to go back to the magic capital, if you need to, you can go to the capital to find me! ”

"OK, no problem! I still say the same thing, as long as it's a good thing, the price is not a problem! ”

Song Hao told himself the address of the store in the capital on the phone, and Zhao Lingyun said on the other end of the phone that he would come over as soon as possible.

Putting down the phone, Song Hao was in a much better mood, and big business finally came to the door!

Early in the morning, in a secluded grove in Taoranting Park.

Song Hao was sweating like rain, the twelve styles of Tianpan were played over and over again, and now he had to fight thirty times a day, and there was no way for him to forget the next moves, so he could only practice these twelve styles repeatedly.

His current Kunpeng Shun Qi Nine Potentials pulse potential has opened up the last pulse, and now he has entered the sixth potential Qi sinking potential, but here, Song Hao has fallen into a bottleneck, and the qi drawn in his body cannot sink to the dantian, and the qi entering the dantian is like a mud cow entering the sea, dissipating into nothingness.

Song Hao finished the last Tianpan Twelve Style, and took a deep breath.

"Little brother! You've got a good punch and kick! I don't know if it's the martial arts of the sect that was practiced! ”

I don't know when, behind Song Hao there was an old man in a white practice uniform, with a long beard, and a fairy wind and bones.

"Hello, master! I'm just doing it blindly! ”

Song Hao thought that this old man was just one of those old men who were exercising in the park in the morning, so he didn't care, and replied casually.

"Huh! Little brother, the old man is practicing Baguazhang, are you interested in learning about it! ”

"Ahh

Song Hao was slightly stunned, but before he could reply, the old man had already made an improvement, flashed in, and slashed at Song Hao's throat with his palm as a knife. Since Song Hao practiced martial arts, he has read a lot of books on martial arts, and he has some understanding of various martial arts in China.

Although the old man is seventy or eighty years old, his footwork is exquisite, and he is as agile as a leopard pounceing on an antelope. It's just that the old man didn't step on the sideline to beat around, but to rush in, grab the middle line, step on the middle palace, and make the gossip style prosperous.

Song Hao knew that this old man was a real master, he didn't dare to be careless, his mind moved, and at the same time as the old man moved, he only felt that the other party's breath was coming, and he was pulled by the breath, Song Hao's footsteps naturally stepped out, this is the conditioned reflex formed by his long-term practice of the twelve styles of the heavenly disk, and it does not go through the brain at all, but this time, it is immediately a few points faster than usual.

This oblique step instantly grabbed the side of the old man, and at this time, Song Hao's pores all over his body were bulging, and he poured his limbs with his breath, and struck with his palm, and the precise position was the weak link of the old man's body. Like an antelope hanging horns, it is natural, uncarved, obviously a little unintentionally moved, fully embodying the essence of the 12 styles of the heavenly disk at will and against the enemy, unintentionally and unintentionally.

The old man also stepped forward, turned around, and came first, one step faster than Song Hao, and still grabbed the front, and when his palm touched Song Hao, he immediately entangled, piercing his waist and inserting ribs into his crotch, and his movements were smooth, as fast as thunder.

When Song Hao and the old man's palms collided, his body naturally leaned forward, and his shoulders had already reached into the old man's arms.

Shoulder Rush!

This is Song Hao's specialty, and the power is huge, but after Song Hao used it, he regretted it a little, the old man was already seventy or eighty years old, although he reached out quickly, but he could resist his shoulder rush, what if he was injured!

The old man's reaction was also extremely fast, and he hurriedly turned sideways to remove most of Song Hao's shoulder charge, and his palm suddenly became powerful and slapped on Song Hao's side.

Song Hao immediately felt unsupported, his whole body soared, his feet left the ground, he lost his focus, and was released.

"That's amazing!" Song Hao secretly said in his heart, the old man's palm wrapped around his side, and he could fly himself out with an inch of strength.

Thump! Song Hao was pushed five or six meters away, rolled on the ground, and then supported the ground with his palm, like a tail on the ground, and a monkey jumped up.

"Huh! Lad! You're good!

The old man stopped standing and smiled at Song Hao.

"It's a pity that I have too little experience in battle, just now when you rushed at me shoulder, if you stick my palm to my palm, I won't be able to dodge so quickly, and it may be me who flies out!"

Song Hao was secretly embarrassed when he heard this, what the old man said was right, he had just started fighting, his blood was surging, and he was nervous, but he just wanted to hit the old man with one mind, if he was calmer and thoughtful when making a move, the old man would definitely not be able to avoid his shoulder rush.

However, Song Hao found that he fought with the old man, and his body movements were much faster than usual, it seems that he should really find some masters to practice in the future, only masters can force out their true strength, no wonder those chivalrous warriors in ancient times like to go around looking for people to compete, which is indeed beneficial to their own cultivation.

"Master, you are too powerful, you use real kung fu, I just practiced blindly!"

"If I'm not mistaken, you use Wudang inner boxing, and the artistic conception is good, but unfortunately the breath is insufficient, resulting in more than enough boxing, but the whirlwind is powerless! Young man, your master is very powerful! I can teach you all the boxing intentions of the inner boxing! I don't know which master taught you martial arts? ”

Song Hao smiled dryly, his face full of embarrassment.

"I don't have a master! It was in the antique street that I collected an ancient boxing book, and practiced according to it! ”

"Oh! There is such a thing, I don't know what the name of that ancient boxing book is? ”

"Tianpan thirty-six style, it's a pity that it's a fragment, there are only twelve styles!"

Song Hao has experienced in the antique street, and his lying skills have improved a lot, and he makes up nonsense seamlessly.

"Tianpan Thirty-six Style!"

The old man muttered, suddenly remembered something, and said in surprise.

"Isn't this the move of Songxi's inner fist? I've fought against the masters of the Pine Creek Sect, and their techniques don't seem to be the same as yours, huh? ”

Song Hao thought to himself, I was taught by Zhang Songxi personally, those people are often inherited for a hundred years, and the moves don't know what they have become, of course they are different from their own.

"I don't know about that!"

"Young man! Can you lend me your ancient book? ”

"Master, there is really no way about this, I am in the antique business, that ancient book, after I learn it, I will sell it!"

The old man's expression was gloomy for a while, his face was full of loss, and he sighed deeply.

"Young man, it's getting late, I should go back, I'll see you again when I have a chance!"

Song Hao looked at the old man's distant back, and secretly smacked his tongue in his heart, this old man can still have such a good hand at such an age, it is really admirable, it seems that his qi refining must hurry up, otherwise he will never reach the realm of the old man.

At the entrance to the park, a black sedan with a curtain on the window of the car.

The old man got out of the park, got into the car directly, took out a phone and dialed out.

"It should be Songxi Inner Family Fist! But the little slippery head didn't say who his master was! ”

"Songxi Inner Fist? There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, and a deep voice came out.

"That person doesn't know how to fight! It seems that we are overthinking! ”

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